The next morning, Emily was late again. Claire found her at the sink in the girls’ bathroom holding a toothbrush. Emily froze. Mud had dried along her shoes. “I woke up late, didn’t get time to brush,” she said quickly. “You don’t need to explain,” Claire said. “I just want to know if you need anything.” Emily shoved the toothbrush into her backpack. “No. I’m fine.” Later, another teacher mentioned seeing Emily change her socks in the bathroom the day before.
After class, Claire asked, “Would it help if I called your dad about the mornings?” Emily’s face went pale. “Please don’t.” Claire lowered her voice. “Why?” Emily pulled her backpack close. She refused to say more. When Claire checked the school file, she found a note from the office. Mail sent to Emily’s address had been returned. Claire asked whether they had moved. Emily stared at her desk. “Dad says we still live there.”
At pickup, Claire saw the SUV again. Dark fabric covered part of the rear windows from the inside. Emily noticed Claire looking. Her shoulders stiffened.