Emily eventually falls asleep on the couch with her head in my lap, but her sleep is fitful, and she moves around a lot. I can't shake the feeling that she's right - about everything. There's something off about Brenda, and she hasn't bothered to answer any of the questions Emily asked. Why is that?

"Is she all right?" Marjorie crouches next to the couch and nods at Emily.

"She's scared."

Marjorie snorts. "Aren't we all?"

I nod. "What's ...