My wife and daughter were barely breathing on the kitchen floor, and my mother was talking about custody.
One of the paramedics glanced toward the padlocked pantry.
Then he looked at me.
I didn’t explain anything.
I took out my phone and started taking pictures.
I photographed the pantry lock.
I photographed the shattered glass and the soup on the floor.
I photographed Clara’s fingers, where bruising circled the joints.
I photographed the mop bucket filled with cloudy water.
And, without making it obvious why, I photographed Daniel’s new watch.
Then a paramedic reached toward Miss Button.
Evelyn reacted instantly.
