Within ten minutes, he was sitting in our living room.
He didn’t ask unnecessary questions.
He just looked at my face and said, “Something’s wrong.”
I nodded.
“Very wrong.”
Jamie stayed upstairs with Sophie while I waited for further instructions.
At nine fifteen, Martin’s phone rang.
He stepped outside to answer.
A minute later, Jamie came down the stairs.
He was holding his blue backpack.
“Daniel?”
I turned.
“What is it?”
“I remembered something.”
I stood.
“About the red door?”
He nodded.
I felt my heart pounding.
“Tell me.”
He sat beside me.
“When I was little, a man took me somewhere.”
I waited.
“Mom cried when I came home.”
My throat tightened.
“Who was the man?”
Jamie stared at the floor.
“I don’t remember his name.”
“That’s okay.”
“He wore a silver watch.”
I swallowed.
“And?”
“He kept asking me what I saw.”
“What you saw where?”
