PART 4

“You think I’m hurting her?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

The room went silent.

Marissa looked at Greg.

“Mr. Whitman, I need you to answer some questions.”

Tasha stepped closer.

“He’s not answering anything without a lawyer.”

Marissa nodded.

“That’s his right.”

Then she looked at Greg.

“But the child is our responsibility right now.”

Greg rubbed both hands over his face.

For the first time, he looked less like an angry father and more like a man who had just realized the situation was much larger than he had imagined.

Then he said:

“I didn’t know.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know.”

Her face went completely still.

Greg looked at Marissa.

“I swear.”

Tasha whispered:

“Greg.”

He didn’t look at her.

“I knew she had trouble with her feet.”

Marissa asked, “What kind of trouble?”

“Blisters.”

“Who told you?”

“Tasha.”

“And what did you do?”

“I bought her different socks.”

Tasha suddenly snapped.

“Because you never listen to me!”

Everyone went silent.

Greg looked at her.

“What?”

“You never listen.”

She grabbed her purse.

“You always think I’m exaggerating.”

Greg stood.

“Why would you say that?”

“Because she lies.”

Marissa stepped forward.

“Ms. Whitman, I need you to remain here.”

Tasha stared at her.

Then she smiled.

“I have nothing to hide.”

But her hands were shaking.

At 11:02, the school nurse brought Kaylee into the conference room.

Greg stood up immediately.

His face crumpled.

“Kaylee.”

Kaylee stopped.

She didn’t run to him.

She didn’t hug him.

She simply stared.

Greg took one step forward.

Kaylee took one step backward.

That was all.

But it told everyone in the room something.

Greg’s eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry.”

Kaylee’s lips trembled.

“Did you tell?”

He froze.

“What?”

Kaylee looked at Tasha.

“She said you’d be mad.”

Greg’s face changed.

“No.”

Kaylee’s eyes dropped.

“She said you would choose her.”

Tasha stood.

“Kaylee—”

Marissa raised her hand.

“Stay where you are.”

Kaylee flinched.

Not because of Marissa.

Because of the sudden movement.

Greg noticed.

He covered his mouth.

Then he started crying.

Quietly.

He looked at his daughter and said:

“I should have seen it.”

Kaylee didn’t answer.

“I should have listened.”

Still nothing.

Then Greg whispered:

“I’m sorry I didn’t.”

Kaylee finally looked at him.

“You didn’t ask.”

That sentence destroyed him.

He sat down.

And nobody in the room spoke for a long time.

By noon, Kaylee was taken for a medical evaluation.

Mia came home with me.

I thought I would feel relieved.

I didn’t.

I kept seeing those shoes.

Pink.

Clean.

Perfectly tied.

I kept thinking about how easily adults can miss something when a child has learned how to hide it.

It was Mrs. Fox.

“Kaylee asked about Mia.”

“Is she okay?”

“She’s safe.”

I closed my eyes.

“Can Mia talk to her?”

“Yes, but briefly.”

I handed Mia the phone.

She immediately smiled.

“Hi.”

Kaylee said something.

Mia laughed.

Then Mia’s face became serious.

“No, you can stay here again.”

Pause.

“You don’t have to wear shoes.”

Another pause.

“Mom says you can wear socks.”

I almost cried.

Then Mia said:

“Or slippers.”

She listened.

“Okay.”

Another pause.

“I love you too.”

She handed me the phone.

“She says thank you.”

I nodded.

“Tell her she doesn’t have to thank us.”

Mia looked at me.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“Can Kaylee live with us?”

I didn’t know how to answer.

So I hugged her.

“Let’s let the grown-ups make sure she’s safe first.”

That evening, an investigator came to our house.

She asked me to preserve everything.

The note.

The photographs.

The grocery bag.

The clothes Kaylee had worn.

I gave her everything.

Then she asked a question I hadn’t expected.

“Do you have security cameras?”

“Outside.”

“Could you preserve the footage from yesterday?”

I nodded.

I pulled it up.

At 5:40, Greg’s truck stopped outside.

Kaylee got out.

Tasha leaned across the passenger seat.

Even through the grainy camera, I could see her pointing at Kaylee’s feet.

I paused the video.

Marissa stared at the screen.

“Can you zoom in?”

I did.

Tasha pointed again.

Then she held up one finger.

Kaylee looked down.

Then she walked toward our house.

Marissa took a picture of the screen.

“Don’t delete this.”

“I won’t.”

She watched the footage again.

Then she said:

“There’s something else.”

“What?”

“Run the footage backward.”

I did.

At 5:39, before Kaylee opened the truck door, Tasha leaned toward the back seat.

She reached down.

When she sat up, she was holding something.

A small metal object.

She handed it to Kaylee.

Kaylee immediately tucked it into her pocket.

I zoomed in.

It was too blurry to identify.

But Marissa’s expression changed.

“Do you recognize that?”

“No.”

She stared at the screen.

“Neither do I.”

Then my phone rang.

It was Greg.

I answered.

He sounded different.

“Mrs. Parker?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Did Kaylee leave something at your house?”

“What?”

“Something small. A little metal key.”

I looked at Marissa.

She looked at me.

Neither of us spoke.

Greg continued.

“She told me she gave it to Mia.”

I looked toward the stairs.

“Mia?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Greg’s voice cracked.

“Because she said Tasha told her if she ever got scared, she should give it to someone she trusted.”

I felt the room go cold.

“What does the key open?”

“I don’t know.”

Then Greg whispered:

“But I think I know where it came from.”

“Where?”

He took a breath.

“The basement.”

Marissa immediately stood.

“What basement?”

I put the phone on speaker.

Greg answered:

“Our house has a storage room under the basement stairs.”

Marissa leaned toward the phone.

“What’s inside?”

“I’ve never been allowed to go in.”

“Why?”

“Tasha says it’s full of her mother’s things.”

Silence.

Then Greg said:

“But tonight I found something.”

“What?”

“A second pair of pink sneakers.”

My heart stopped.

“Greg…”

“They’re the same size.”

He swallowed.

“Only they’re covered in dried blood.”

And then the call ended.

I looked at Marissa.

She was already reaching for her coat.

“Where does he live?”

I gave her the address.

She looked at the clock.

Then at me.

“Mrs. Parker, I need you to stay here with Mia.”

“Why?”

“Because whatever is in that basement, we don’t know yet.”

She opened the door.

“And I don’t want anyone else getting hurt.”

As she stepped outside, I looked at the grocery bag on my kitchen table.

The pink sneakers were still inside.

For the first time since Kaylee arrived at our house, I understood something.

She hadn’t brought those shoes because she wanted to hide her injuries.

She had brought them because they were evidence.

And somehow, without knowing it, an eight-year-old girl had been trying to leave a trail for someone to find.

Now we just had to find out where that trail ended.

For the next forty minutes, I sat at my kitchen table with Mia beside me, listening to the clock.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Every sound seemed too loud.

The refrigerator humming.

A car passing outside.

The pipes knocking somewhere inside the walls.

Mia had fallen asleep with her head against my shoulder, but I couldn’t sleep.

I kept thinking about what Greg had said.

A second pair of pink sneakers.

The basement.

The key.

Blood.

At 9:03, headlights swept across our front windows.

I stood so quickly my chair scraped the floor.

It was Marissa.

Behind her were two police officers.

Greg was with them.

Tasha wasn’t.

I opened the door.

Marissa stepped inside.

“Where’s Mia?”

“Asleep.”

“Keep her upstairs.”

I nodded.

“What happened?”

Marissa looked at Greg.

“Tell her.”

Greg looked ten years older than he had that morning.

“I went home.”

He rubbed his hands together.

“I didn’t know what else to do. Tasha wasn’t answering her phone.”

“Where was she?”

“She left.”

“When?”

“About twenty minutes after you all went to the hospital.”

I frowned.

“She just left?”

“She said she needed to get clothes.”

Greg’s voice became quieter.

“But she never came back.”

Marissa interrupted.

“Before she left, Greg went into the basement.”

He nodded.

“I found the door.”

“What door?”

“The storage room.”

He looked at me.

“I’d lived in that house for four years and never noticed the lock was different.”

“Did you open it?”

“Yes.”

“What was inside?”

Greg swallowed.

“Boxes.”

“What kind?”

“Clothes. School supplies. Shoes.”

My stomach tightened.

“How many?”

“Too many.”

Marissa said, “We found photographs.”

I stared at her.

“Of Kaylee?”

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“Dozens.”

Greg looked down.

“Some were taken when she was sleeping.”

I felt sick.

“Why?”

“We don’t know yet.”

“Was there anything else?”

Marissa nodded.

“Medical supplies. Bandages. Cleaning products. Several notebooks.”

“Whose?”

“We’re still examining them.”

Greg looked at me.

“But there was one thing that frightened me.”

“What?”

He pulled a folded piece of paper from his jacket.

He didn’t hand it to me.

He gave it to Marissa.

She opened it.

It was a handwritten list.

Names.

Dates.

Measurements.

At the top was one word:

KAYLEE.

Below it were dates.

Some were from months ago.

Some were from last year.

And beside each date were short notes.

“Left heel.”

“Right ankle.”

“Upper arm.”

“Back.”

“Bruising.”

“Did not tell.”

My hands went cold.

“Who wrote that?”

“We don’t know yet.”

Greg stared at the floor.

“I think Tasha did.”

Marissa folded the paper.

“We’re going to determine that.”

I looked at Greg.

“How could you not know?”

He closed his eyes.

“I thought she was controlling.”

His voice broke.

“I thought she was strict.”

He shook his head.

“I never thought…”

He couldn’t finish.

I didn’t say anything.

Because there are moments when anger is easier than pity.

But I wasn’t sure what I felt toward Greg.

He hadn’t necessarily caused what happened.

But he had been the adult who should have noticed.

And he hadn’t.

At 10:18, another officer arrived with a sealed evidence bag.

Inside was the key.

The same little metal key Greg had asked about.

“You said Kaylee gave it to Mia?” Marissa asked.

“Yes.”

I called Mia downstairs.

She was still half asleep.

“Sweetheart, do you have something Kaylee gave you?”

Mia nodded.

CONTINUE FOR NEXT PART…