I looked at her and felt something close to pity.

“No,” I said.

“You wanted to protect your family’s greed, even when it meant erasing your own kids.” At the edge of the room Cruz and Sofia had drifted back, Sofia’s eyes still wet, Cruz holding her hand.

I crossed to them and crouched down.

“Grab your coats.

We’re leaving.” Lindsay ran after us and reached for Sofia — and my daughter shrank back and hid behind my leg.