Lynn's POV

It started with a scraped knee.

Lira came in from the east yard going too fast around the corner, the way she always did, and went down on the pathway. Not a bad fall — she'd had worse — but the scrape was real, blood beading along the left knee, and she sat up making the face she made when she was deciding whether it warranted a reaction.

Asher had been on the blanket near the door, working through a pile of wooden blocks with the focused intensity he ...