“Why don’t you start at your fingers and move up your arm?”

Cami did and then she held it over her chest.

“Any of those spots feeling scared?”

“No,” Cami said, bending her head down to look through the magnifying glass.

Then she got to her stomach and stopped.

“Is that where you feel scared?”

Cami nodded.

“Okay. That’s good to know. Let’s put the magnifying glass down and we’ll use it again if we need to. I have another thermometer question.”

Cami jumped to her feet again.

“How do you feel about the hospital, Cami?”

Cami pointed to the ten.

“Wow, that’s really scared. Should we use the magnifying glass again?”

“Yeah,” Cami said, already sitting down, sticking her hand out for it.

“So let’s start at your belly this time, do you still feel scared there?”

Cami nodded.

Opa moved the magnifying glass up to her chest.

Cami nodded again.

“What about up here?” Opa said, moving it over Cami’s forehead.

“Yeah,” Cami said.

“Do you know what you can do when you feel scared? You can get out your elevator and move it up and down, like we did earlier. That will help you feel not-scared because it calms down your chest and your head.”

“And my belly?”

“When your chest and your head feel better, your belly usually starts feeling better after that. The next time you come back, we’re going to play with toys, but can I give you a little homework?”

“Yeah.”

“I want you to take this sheet of paper with my special thermometer on it, and draw something that you think is scary and then color in the thermometer for what scary level it’s at. Does that sound fun?”

“Like a monster?”

“Yup. Do you like monsters?”

Cami nodded and jumped again.

“Me too,” Opa said. “Izabel, would you mind staying after? I can have someone take Cami to the play center, if that’s okay.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Cami said.

“Okay,” Izabel said.

Opa called someone on the phone and a nice woman came up and took Cami out of the office.

    Chapter Twenty-Three

Once Cami left, Opa said, “You haven’t called to set up an appointment for yourself.”

“No,” Izabel said.

“I have time now.”

“I don’t know.”

“I saw the news,” Opa said. “I know this is difficult.”

“It was our neighbors.”

“Your old neighbors or your new neighbors?”

“Old.”

“This is why you moved?”

“Yes.”

“So this is a sign that he doesn’t know where you are now? That your move worked?”

“Yes.”

“But you feel guilty.”

“I do.”

“He might have killed twice as many families by now if you hadn’t come across him that night. You probably saved people.”

“I wish I’d killed him.”

“Would you have been able to kill him?”

“No.”

“Then what’s the point of wishing that?”

“I just wish I had.”