I barged into Darby's room. She lay sprawled on her bed, head propped on her forearm, until she jerked up with wide eyes.

"Don't you kn - " she started.

I dragged her small, bony shoulders off the bed and shook them. "Why did you take Dad's book from the trash?"

"What book?" Tears leaked out from behind her glasses, and I knew right then that she knew exactly what book I was talking about.

"The book, Darby." I crushed her arms under my grip and ...