One went straight to Lily. The other looked into the closet and froze for half a second before training took over.

“What happened here?”

I looked at the prescription bottle. The note. The keys. My grandson crouched among the winter boots.

“I’m still finding out,” I said.

Mason reached for the dead tablet with shaking hands. “I recorded them,” he whispered.

The paramedic looked at me. I looked at Mason.