Dan appeared in the doorway, reading the room before reading anything else.
I held up the envelope. “Sweetheart. Are you and your dad in danger of losing your home?”
She stared at the floor. When she finally spoke, her voice was so quiet I had to lean forward.
“My dad said not to tell anybody. He said it’s nobody’s business.”
“Lizie, that’s not quite true,” I said. I kept my voice the way I kept it during Sam’s worst nights, the years when she was small and afraid of things I could not see. “We care about you. But we can’t help if we don’t know what’s happening.”
She shook her head. Tears were building but not falling, like she had learned that crying used up energy she didn’t have.
“He says if people know, they’ll look at us differently. Like we’re begging.”
