“I wanna go to bed,” Mavis said in a child’s voice. “Shhh,” Catherine said. “I’ll take you to bed. It’s okay.” “Oh my God,” Mrs. Mason whispered from behind me. “How many are there?” “How many of what?” I asked, feeling more confused by the second. “Seven,” Catherine said, helping Mavis to her feet. “Mrs. Mason, this is . . . this is Poppy. She’s Duke’s daughter, and she’s five.”
