Chapter 13 - THE RECORDING THAT WASN'T MINE
The bookkeeper, June Maddox, was found alive in a locked bathroom. Someone had ransacked her home and taken her laptop. She had hidden the paper log in an oven mitt before calling for help.
Rios added the log to the growing case. Mercer hired a lawyer and issued a statement calling the accusations “the fantasies of a troubled family.”
That morning, Child Protective Services came to my house.
A social worker named Ms. Turner explained that someone had reported Lily unsafe in my care. The report included Vanessa’s edited recording of me shouting and a claim that I had threatened to hurt myself.
I wanted to scream. Instead, I showed Ms. Turner the photographs of Lily’s bruises, the police incident number, the new safety plan, and the appointment confirmation from Lily’s counselor.
“Lily isn't a case file,” I said. “She's a little girl who trusted someone dangerous.”
Ms. Turner listened. She spoke with Lily privately and arranged to follow up. No one removed my daughter. But Lily saw the badge and the notebook and asked afterward whether she'd done something wrong.
“No,” I said. “The grown-ups are trying to make sure you’re safe.”
“Then why does Vanessa keep getting to tell lies?”
I had no easy answer.
That evening Lily came into my room with a drawing she'd made before Emily’s accident. Three people stood in front of our house. One wore a navy coat. The face was covered with thick black pencil.
“I drew the mean lady,” Lily said. “Mommy told me I never had to give her a hug.”
A cold realization struck me. Vanessa had approached Emily while she was alive. Our family had been watched long before the funeral.
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Then my phone lit up with an automated email. Someone had requested access to Emily’s old cloud account using my home computer.
The request had been approved ten minutes earlier.
