Chapter 7 - Lily’s little house
At two, Lily could not give investigators a detailed chronological narrative.
Sarah knew that.
A trained forensic interviewer used short, developmentally appropriate prompts and stopped when Lily tired.
No leading:
“Did Grandma drug you?”
No:
“Did Daddy starve you?”
Instead:
“Tell me about downstairs.”
Lily:
“Dark.”
“What happens downstairs?”
“Door.”
“Who closes door?”
“Grandma.”
“Anyone else there?”
Lily looked at the rabbit.
“Daddy no get.”
Ambiguous.
Could mean Daddy did not get her.
Could mean Daddy said no.
Could mean something else.
The interviewer did not force interpretation.
Then Lily played.
Toy people.
Blocks.
A small house.
She placed a little girl figure outside.
A woman figure near a door.
Then took a boy figure.
Put him inside.
Built blocks around him until only his head showed.
Later that evening, at the hospital play area, she repeated it while I watched.
I asked without thinking:
“Who is that?”
Sarah immediately looked at me because parents should avoid turning play into interrogation.
But Lily answered before either of us stopped it.
She glanced toward the hallway.
“Grandma’s other baby… Noah.”
The name changed the case.
Not because Lily had proven another child was imprisoned.
Because Sarah recognized it.
She had heard the name before.
Not from Lily.
From one of Ryan’s storage folders.
A tab:
N.P. prior matter.
Sarah closed the playroom door.
“Emma, don’t ask her anything else about Noah.”
“Who is he?”
“We’re finding out.”
“Is he a child?”
She paused.
“Yes.”
“Where is he?”
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“I don’t know yet.”
That answer frightened me more than if she had said nothing.
