Nobody thought anything of it, including me, because I was thirty feet away and it looked like exactly what it was supposed to look like.

That is the last time anyone saw my daughter until 2:57.

Part Six: The Walk Down the Corridor

It is about ninety feet from that laundry room to the door onto the terrace.

I have thought about those ninety feet a great deal, because everything was still recoverable at the start of them and nothing was by the end.

I had her hand and I was walking slowly, because I needed her to be able to keep up and because I needed the time.