“You were in here alone,” Calvin repeated. Henry frowned, shaking his head.

“He must have left before you came in.” He paused, then nodded, as if he’d convinced himself. “That’s it. He must have—” His gaze drifted to the window, and he frowned again. It was closed, the latch locked. His eyes flew to the door. “He must have gone out that way. Down the hallway. Out the back door.”

“Why don’t you sleep in the guest room tonight?” I suggested.

“We need to call the police,” Henry said. He shot me a look of impatience—as if I were the irrational one.

“No one was here, Henry.”

“You’re not listening to me!” he exclaimed, raising his voice again. “I’m not crazy—I know what I saw.”

“Why don’t we call the police in the morning?” Calvin suggested. He caught my eye, and I gave a subtle nod.

“Good idea,” I said gently. “If someone was here, they’re obviously gone now. Let’s get some sleep and try to figure this out in the morning.”

Once I got Henry settled in the guest room, I went to Cal’s bedroom and closed the door behind me. Calvin was sitting on his bed, wearing his spare glasses. He was staring at the floorboards, his expression grave.

“He heard us for sure,” I muttered.

“I know.”

“What do we do?”

“He needs to see a doctor.”

“A doctor?” I repeated. “For what? Nightmares?”

“I don’t know what kind of episode that was, but it was more than a nightmare.”

I shook my head. “He doesn’t need some doctor telling him he’s crazy, Calvin. He just had a bad night, and it’s our fault anyway, since he heard us talking about—” I cleared my throat “—your colleagues.”

“He knocked you into that door and he was ready to tear my head off. I’m worried about him, sweetheart.”

“Me too. But he hates doctors.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” I shook my head. “Then you need to do it, Lizzie. Please, just check in with him. Maybe he just needs some sleeping pills?”

I slept on the sofa that night because it was in the room opposite the guest room. Every single time Henry stirred, I shot upright, ready to go to his aid.

Henry came into the kitchen and scooped up one of those bruised apples I’d put back in the fruit bowl at 2:00 a.m. He was dressed and ready for work but looked as exhausted as I felt as he took a bite out of the apple and sat opposite me.