Chapter 5 - Seventeen Missing Afternoons
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Seventeen shutdowns.
Daniel wrote every date on a sheet of paper.
Then Lily helped him mark the days she remembered being punished.
The lists almost matched.
Rachel stared at them.
“That’s useful.”
Daniel hated the word.
Useful.
His daughter’s fear had become evidence.
He wanted none of it.
He wanted six weeks ago back.
He wanted to notice sooner.
Melissa seemed to understand.
“Daniel.”
He looked at her.
“Do not question her about details tonight.”
“But I need to know.”
“You do.”
Melissa glanced toward Lily.
“Just not more than she needs to tell right now.”
Daniel nodded.
Lily was exhausted.
He wrapped her in a blanket.
A female officer remained nearby while arrangements were made for Daniel and Lily to spend the night somewhere away from Diane.
Then Lily said something unexpected.
“Daddy?”
“Yes?”
“Can we get Mr. Pickles?”
Daniel blinked.
“Who?”
“My backpack.”
He almost laughed from relief.
“The pink one?”
She nodded.
“It’s in Grandma’s room.”
Diane reacted.
“No.”
Everyone looked at her.
She recovered.
“I mean, she doesn’t need it tonight.”
Lily immediately moved closer to Daniel.
That was enough.
The officer retrieved the backpack.
When she returned, the front zipper was open.
Inside were crayons.
A stuffed rabbit.
A half-eaten granola bar.
And a small spiral notebook.
Diane stared at it.
Lily snatched it.
“That’s mine.”
Daniel crouched.
“What is it?”
“My secret book.”
Diane stood.
“I gave her that.”
Lily shook her head.
“Mommy did.”
The room went silent.
Claire had given Lily the notebook before she died.
Daniel remembered.
Lily had been seven.
Claire called it her “bravery book.”
Whenever Lily was frightened or sad, she could draw something instead of explaining it.
Daniel had forgotten it existed.
Lily opened the pages.
Most were ordinary.
A rainbow.
A dog.
Claire with angel wings.
Daniel had to look away from that one.
Then the drawings changed.
A square cage.
A woman beside it.
A little girl inside.
Another page showed a phone on a chair.
Another showed Grandma pointing at the girl.
Below it, in Lily’s handwriting:
SAY DADDY IS MAD.
Daniel’s eyes burned.
Then Lily turned to the last page.
A drawing of Diane talking to another woman at the kitchen table.
Between them was a blue folder.
Lily had written:
GRANDMA SAID WHEN DADDY LOSES ME SHE GETS THE MONEY.
Daniel slowly looked up.
Diane went white.
Rachel leaned forward.
“What money?”
Diane shook her head.
“She misunderstood.”
Daniel stood.
“What money?”
“Nothing.”
“Answer me.”
Diane said nothing.
Rachel turned toward Daniel.
“Does Lily have a trust?”
He stared at her.
“Yes.”
The room became very quiet.
“How much?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Claire’s father left Lily a custodial investment account.”
“How much?”
Daniel looked at Diane.
“About seven hundred thousand dollars.”
Lily didn’t understand why every adult suddenly looked at her grandmother.
But Diane did.
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