After filling Dean and the others in on what they’d found upstairs in hushed whispers, Greg didn’t contribute anything else to the conversations around him. Like him, the little girl stayed quiet while chatter filled the hallway, and Greg caught her sneaking glances at him several times before his anger had been tampered down enough for him to engage in normal conversation.
“What’s your name?” he asked her as he crouched down next to her, and an unexplained sadness washed through him as he waited for her response.
“Bella,” the girl whispered shyly.
Greg recognized the name. Lily had mentioned the family that she used to babysit for— the family that had become far more than just a job to her— so he knew that the woman and man standing behind Bella were Amanda and Eli.
“I’m Greg,” he
