I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

I suggest you cooperate with medical staff and authorities.”

Authorities.

Diane’s eyes sharpen again.

She stands.

“I am going home.”

“No,” Andrew says.

It is one word.

Low.

Unsteady.

But it stops her.

She turns toward him as if he has struck her.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re not going anywhere until I know what’s in that box.”

Diane smiles, but it shakes at the edges.continue reading …