Chapter 5

They arrived at six on Monday evening, all four of them, which told me everything about who had made the calls.

Cristian opened the door before they knocked. He'd been watching for headlights.

My mother came in first, her coat still buttoned, her eyes finding me across the room with the particular look she reserved for situations she had already decided how to handle. My father followed, hands in his pockets, saying nothing. Then Evelyn, in a cream blouse that had no business being that pressed on a Monday, and Mikael behind her, jaw set, the expression of a man…