I blinked. “You’ve… done this before?”
“No,” he said. “But I’ve seen this before.”
Holt got up from the chair he was sitting in, as if he knew that his father would need a seat. Sure enough, Rex went over and eased into the armchair and Holt sat next to Kaelith. Rex sat the documents on the coffee table and folded his hands loosely in his lap. His gaze drifted to me and then to the window behind his desk, where the beginning of the afternoon light started to spill into the study, getting ready for the softening of the evening light that was to come. Rex’s eyes weren’t focused on that though.
“When I was in my twenties, my sister, Amelia,” Rex began, “was seventeen when she disappeared. The police deemed her disappearance as her running away. Because it was easier than thinking the world
