« Nothing gets thrown away without my permission. »
Jackson picked up a box. « Where do we start? »
« Shaun’s room. »
Shaun had been six when he vanished. His cars and blue blanket remained untouched.
I picked up the silver watch beside his lamp and wound it.
Jackson watched me.
« Does that thing still work? »
« It loses four minutes a day. »
« Where do we start? »
« Then why keep winding it? »