Theo’s POV

Riley is in front of me, sitting across the table where she once told me it had all started. The silence in the room is palpable over the dirty bookshelves and over the liquor stains that swarm the worn-out carpet.

Part of me wonders what memories all of this brings back to her. What parts of her memory recall this home? What it was like the day she left? And what other parts from the perspective of the child who was happy, at some time in her past, within these ...