The drive to the mansion was panic fueled. If my own thoughts and imagination hadn’t been driving me insane, Silver made sure that the job was done thoroughly.

“She just cries, Miss,” Silver said. “She cries and cries and cries. Until she’s exhausted and then she’s unconscious. And when she wakes, she’s starving, and she just has the smallest little so she doesn’t die, and then she cries again.”

I didn’t know what to feel as Silver spoke. There ...