“The things that happened when I was a boy,” he said.

His voice was barely audible.

“This house belonged to her family,” he said. “Before we bought it back.”

I took a step backward.

He had told me he grew up three towns over.

He had lied to me about his past since the day we met.

“You bought this house because of her,” I said.

“I bought it for us,” he said.

“No,” I said. “You bought it because of whatever is hidden here.”

Nathan tapped the phone against his palm.

The plastic case made a dull clicking sound.

“My mother knows where the journals are,” he said.

“What journals?” I asked.

“My father’s,” he said. “He was a surgeon too. But he didn’t keep his notes in a hospital database.”

He took a step toward me.

“Eleanor remembers the layout of the old nursery,” he said. “That is Lily’s room now.”

“You are using her,” I said. “She has dementia, Nathan. She is terrified.”

“She is close to remembering,” he said.

“I saw her face on the screen,” I said. “She was looking at the camera. She knew someone was watching.”