It could so easily have gone the other way.

It goes the other way, quietly, in clean houses all over the country, every single day.

Chapter 7 — The Morning It Broke

I had thought I would have to be the one to force it into the open.

In the end, it was Sienna.

The next morning, when the house was still gray with rain, I heard her voice rise sharp and cracking from the study downstairs.

“Dad — what is this?