Belle swooped down to pick up something unseen from the alphabet rug. "You don't know it was a drug deal, child."

"I snuck out with my trike at night, and Momma grounded me for a week after that." Keisha threw her arms in the air, still facing the bookshelf, a stack of books on the floor beside her. "Snap! Snap! Snap! Onomatopoeia!"

My gut churned. What would Paige do if she knew? Would she hear me out so I could explain? Or would she call the police? If she went ...