Celeste answers the phone with a whisper when I call her at lunchtime. ”Michael?”

”Nora go down for her nap already?” I try to keep my voice at a reasonable volume, but I know I’m lousy at that. It’s interesting, though. With the medication, I seem more able to manage an ”inside voice” as Maddie and Liam would call it. Interesting.

”I’m just backing away slowly from her bedroom,” Celeste says and I hear ...