“Dad… my back hurts so much I can’t sleep. Mom said I shouldn’t tell you.”

Reports were filed. Statements taken.

And for the first time, everything was out in the open.

When her mother, Marina, called later that night, her voice was sharp.

“Where are you?” she demanded. “I got home and you’re both gone.”

“At the doctor,” I said.

A pause. “Why?”

“Sophie told me what happened.”