“Look at me,” I said softly, crouching to Amelia’s height. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart. What did you see?”

I’d waited until dinner was over before approaching her. Ever since she’d crawled out from under the table, she’d gone pale, four shades lighter, as if all the blood had drained from her small body. Her appetite vanished completely after that, no matter how much Chloe insisted, coaxed, or scolded, Amelia barely touched another bite.

To avoid raising suspicion, I convinced her to take one last bite before suggesting she excuse herself and go upstairs. She’d obeyed quietly. Chloe hadn’t noticed a thing.

She’d been too busy staring at Derek, eyes lingering,...