“Can you really blame him?” Aunt Poppy tells the group. “You all go from zero to a thousand.” “Well, Poppy,” Dad snaps. “It kind of comes with the territory when you have old men with cameras breathing down your kids’ necks and your daughter is kidnapped.” I freeze, avoiding Charlie’s quick glance to me. “But sure, let’s go from zero to two. We’ll huddle around the campfire and roast s’mores while we discuss the dismantling of our kids’ lives.”
