Mrs. Latham smiled at Nolan. “I knew you were brave, Nolan.”

“Can I go look at the aquarium, Mrs. Latham?” Nolan asked.

“Of course you can, sweetie,” she said.

Nolan ran over to the back of the room, watching the orange fish swim.

Mrs. Latham’s smile faded slightly as she looked back at me.

“Claire, I’m glad you came,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Why?” I asked, stepping further into the room.

“Nolan has been doing some free-drawing during recess,” she said.

She reached into her bottom drawer and pulled out a blue folder.

“He didn’t want me to show anyone, but I think you need to see these.”

She laid three sheets of paper on the desk.

The drawings were detailed, drawn with sharp black crayon.

The first drawing showed a room with a desk, a heavy iron safe, and a window with bars on it.

Under the desk, Nolan had drawn a man hiding behind a curtain.

The second drawing showed two figures.

One was Grant, labeled “Dad.”

The other was a tall man with black hair, labeled “Daniel.”