Chương 7
“My daughter told me she was placed there.”
“Placed there by who?”
Daniel looked toward Laura.
“Her stepmother.”
Laura shook her head.
“She is confused.”
Officer Harris looked between them.
“Do you have any evidence?”
Daniel looked at the camera on the table.
The small pink device looked almost ridiculous sitting there among birthday plates and napkins.
“Yes.”
Laura immediately stepped forward.
“That is my daughter’s toy.”
Officer Harris looked at the camera.
“May I see it?”
Daniel handed it over.
The officer examined it carefully.
“Is this the recording you mentioned?”
“I found multiple files.”
“Have you watched all of them?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
Daniel hesitated.
Because he had been afraid.
Because every second of that recording felt like opening a door he could not close.
Because part of him still wanted to believe there was an explanation.
“I watched one.”
The officer nodded.
“What did it show?”
Daniel looked at Laura.
“It showed my daughter crying.”
Laura crossed her arms.
“That does not prove anything.”
“No,” Daniel said.
His voice was quiet.
“But it proves something happened.”
Officer Harris looked down at the camera.
“We will need to review this properly.”
Laura’s expression changed.
“You’re taking that?”
The question came out too quickly.
Everyone noticed.
The officer looked at her.
“As evidence?”
Laura corrected herself.
“I mean, it belongs to Emma.”
“Then we will document that.”
She went quiet.
Daniel watched her face.
She was trying to regain control.
He could almost see the effort.
That was the strange thing about Laura.
She was not someone who collapsed under pressure.
She became more precise.
More careful.
Like every word had been selected before leaving her mouth.
Officer Lopez turned toward Daniel.
“Your daughter is where right now?”
“With my sister.”
“Can we speak with her?”
Daniel nodded.
He walked toward the hallway.
Then stopped.
He looked back at Laura.
She was staring at the camera.
Not at him.
Not at the officers.
The camera.
Daniel noticed.
And he filed that away.
When Emma entered the room, she held Megan’s hand.
She looked smaller than she had the day before.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Officer Lopez lowered herself to Emma’s height.
“Hi, Emma.”
Emma nodded.
“I’m Officer Lopez.”
The girl looked at the badge.
“My mom says police make families leave.”
The officer’s expression softened.
“That sounds scary.”
Emma nodded.
“But I’m not here to scare you.”
Daniel stood nearby.
He wanted to answer every question for her.
He wanted to protect her from every uncomfortable moment.
But he knew that would only make things harder.
So he stayed silent.
Officer Lopez asked simple questions.
What happened at the party.
Where Emma had been.
Why she was in the closet.
Emma answered slowly.
Sometimes she stopped.
Sometimes she looked at Daniel before continuing.
Each time, Officer Lopez waited.
She did not rush her.
She did not fill the silence.
When it was over, Emma returned to Megan.
The officers stepped outside briefly.
Daniel watched through the window.
Laura remained by the stairs.
“You think you know everything now.”
Daniel did not turn.
“No.”
“That’s the truth.”
He looked at her.
“I don’t know everything.”
For a moment, Laura seemed surprised.
“But I know enough.”
Her face tightened.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I know my daughter was afraid.”
Laura looked away.
“She has been through a lot.”
Daniel studied her.
There it was again.
The sentence.
The explanation.
Always something around the truth.
Never the truth itself.
“What happened to Caleb?”
Laura looked back.
“Why?”
“Because every time we get close to what happened, something changes.”
Her expression hardened.
“You think Caleb is connected to this.”
“I think you are.”
The accusation hurt her.
He saw it.
But he could not take it back.
Laura sat down.
“My son’s death broke me.”
The honesty caught him off guard.
“I know.”
“No.”
She looked at him.
“You know the sentence.”
The room went quiet.
“You don’t know what it felt like to wake up every morning and remember that the world kept going.”
Daniel said nothing.
“I spent years blaming myself.”
“Why?”
Laura looked toward the hallway.
“Because I was his mother.”
The answer was simple.
And painful.
Daniel understood that kind of guilt.
The kind that did not care whether it was logical.
The kind that whispered that love should have been enough to prevent loss.
“But Emma is not Caleb.”
Laura closed her eyes.
“I know.”
“Do you?”
The question stayed between them.
Outside, a car door shut.
The officers returned.
Officer Harris held a small notebook.
“We are going to need to speak with both of you separately.”
Daniel nodded.
Laura stood.
Before she walked away, she stopped beside him.
“You have no idea what you are starting.”
Daniel looked at her.
“Maybe.”
Her eyes were tired.
“But I know what I should have started yesterday.”
She looked confused.
“What?”
“Listening.”
Laura looked away first.
The officers guided them into different rooms.
The house split into separate versions of the same day.
Different stories.
Different memories.
Different truths.
And somewhere inside the little pink camera sitting on the table, there were answers that would decide which version everyone had to live with.
Officer Harris asked Daniel to sit at the dining table.
The same table where Emma had blown out candles the night before.
The same table where Daniel had laughed with people he trusted.
Now a police officer placed a notebook beside a stack of birthday napkins and asked him to describe the moment when he opened the closet door.
Daniel answered slowly.
Not because he did not remember.
Because he remembered too much.
The sound of Emma’s voice.
The feeling of the broken latch in his hand.
The look on Laura’s face when the camera appeared.
Every detail seemed important.
Every detail also seemed incomplete.
“When did you first become concerned about your daughter’s behavior?” Officer Harris asked.
Daniel looked down.
He knew the honest answer.
“Yesterday.”
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The officer did not react.
That somehow made it harder.
