Chapter 4

In the afternoon, Harvey arrived at our house, leaning on his cane, accompanied by a forty-something medium named Matilda Ortiz.

The moment I saw them, I dropped my work and slipped behind the door.

I had grown used to hiding in the shadows because it made me feel safer, somehow.

Harvey frowned when he saw me like this. He didn't scold me; instead, he strode straight toward my dad's room.

Even though it was the middle of the day, the door was locked up tight, and from inside came all kinds of muffled moans.

I was used to this, so…