Chapter 7 - THE NIGHT LILY SPOKE
Lily spoke about the shooting on a Tuesday afternoon.
Not because anyone demanded it.
Not because Gabriel threatened her with losing her favorite toys.
Not because Claire sang the lullaby until the child finally surrendered.
She spoke during a scheduled session with Dr. Fernandez.
Claire was nearby because Lily requested her presence.
There were colored pencils on the table.
A toy house.
Two dolls.
And a small stuffed rabbit.
Lily placed one doll inside the house.
The other beside a miniature car.
Then she whispered, “Mommy went away.”
Dr. Fernandez waited.
Lily moved the rabbit beneath the table.
“The loud men came.”
The doctor kept her voice gentle.
“What do you remember about that?”
Lily covered her ears.
“Boom. Boom.”
Her breathing quickened.
Claire remained still.
“Would you like to stop?” Dr. Fernandez asked.
Lily nodded.
They stopped.
Ten minutes later, Lily picked up the red crayon again.
She drew a woman with long hair.
A silver shape near her shoulder.
Then she looked at Claire.
“Bad lady said Daddy had to go.”
Claire felt her stomach tighten.
She didn't ask who.
Dr. Fernandez invited Lily to tell the story in her own words.
And Lily said something nobody expected.
“She said the other daddy wanted me.”
That evening, Gabriel sat motionless while Dr. Fernandez discussed the session with him.
Claire watched his face lose color.
“Other daddy?” he repeated.
The doctor nodded.
“That's the phrase Lily used. We shouldn't assume exactly what she meant. We need a careful, non-leading approach.”
Gabriel gripped the arms of his chair.
“Did she identify Vanessa?”
“She used the same red dress and silver shape she drew previously. We're documenting her statements and referring potentially relevant information to the investigators.”
Gabriel closed his eyes.
For weeks, he'd believed Lily's refusal to eat was simply the result of watching her mother die.
Now he understood that his daughter might also have been frightened by someone she trusted.
Someone who was supposed to protect her.
That night, Gabriel found Claire in the family waiting room.
She sat beside a window holding her phone.
A message from the hospital billing department filled the screen.
Margaret's next treatment was approaching.
The financial concerns hadn't disappeared.
Gabriel looked at her.
“Are you all right?”
Claire turned the phone facedown.
“Fine.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“That wasn't convincing.”
She smiled tiredly.
“Occupational hazard.”
He sat across from her.
For several minutes, neither spoke.
Then he said, “I was a terrible husband.”
Claire looked up.
“Gabriel—”
“I thought providing a beautiful home was the same as being present.”
His voice tightened.
“Isabella kept telling me Lily needed more ordinary days. Breakfast together. Trips to the park. Evenings when I wasn't on the phone.”
Claire listened.
“I told her we had plenty of time.”
He swallowed.
“Then the shooting happened.”
Claire didn't offer empty reassurance.
She simply said, “You can't change what happened. But you can decide what Lily's days look like now.”
Gabriel nodded slowly.
The next morning, Lily asked for pancakes.
Dr. Fernandez and the medical team approved a gradual approach suited to her condition.
She ate three small bites.
Then pushed the plate away.
Claire smiled.
“Would you like to stop?”
Lily nodded.
“Okay.”
Gabriel stood near the doorway.
He didn't rush in.
He didn't praise her so loudly that she became frightened.
He simply watched.
Then Lily looked up.
“Daddy?”
Gabriel froze.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Can we have pancakes at home someday?”
His face crumpled.
“Yes.”
Lily considered the answer.
Then whispered, “When the bad lady is gone.”
That afternoon, investigators confirmed that Vanessa had been communicating privately with Damian Cross's representatives for months before the attack.
One meeting took place the day before the shooting.
Another occurred three hours afterward.
Gabriel received the information from his attorney.
He stared at the records.
Then looked toward Lily's room.
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The woman who had held his daughter after her nightmares might have helped create them.
And he had never suspected her.
