Chapter 9 - The Email He Opened
I called Ethan from the porch, away from the children.
"You acknowledged a notice about sending Lily away."
"I thought it was an appointment confirmation," he said. "Vanessa said Lily needed help adjusting after Grace died."
"Grace has been gone two years. Lily is four. You don't sign a child away because someone says she's difficult."
He started crying. I didn't comfort him. Not because I had stopped loving him, but because my granddaughter had needed that comfort for months and he had withheld it.
"Tell the police everything," I said. "Even the parts that make you look bad."
Lily's interview took place that week with a specialist trained to speak to young children. I was not in the room. Afterward, Tessa told me the child had described being made to carry Noah while washing, missing meals for mistakes, and sleeping in the hallway when she cried. Lily also said her father had sometimes heard her asking for help.
There were things Tessa couldn't share, and I didn't ask her to violate the child's privacy.
What I could do was become predictable. Breakfast at the same time. A bedtime story whether the day had gone well or badly. Noah's bottle offered by an adult without Lily being made responsible for it.
One evening she dropped a bowl of blueberries. The sound froze her in place.
"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't mean it!"
I sat on the floor with a towel. "Accidents happen. Watch, they roll right under the refrigerator."
She helped me collect them. When we finished, she held out her wrists as if waiting for punishment.
"Nothing else?" she asked.
"Nothing else."
Then she surprised me. "Daddy says Vanessa loves me in her own way. Is that what love is?"
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Before I could find the right words, someone knocked on my door.
It was Detective Shah, carrying a sealed evidence bag. Inside was a phone with a cracked purple case. Lily saw it and whispered, "That's Vanessa's phone for making me say things."
