“Grandma walked up to the clear box,” Brooklyn said, her voice small and shaky.

“She grabbed the tiny gray hose and twisted it.”

“Did she touch anything else?” Elena asked, tapping her pen against her clipboard.

“She twisted the plastic knob until it made a popping noise,” Brooklyn said.

“What did she say to you, sweetheart?” I asked.

Brooklyn looked toward the corner, where two security guards were walking through the double doors.

“She told me if Rosalie stopped making so much trouble, you’d remember you have another family,” Brooklyn said.

Elena stopped tapping her pen against the board.