During those two weeks, something felt off. Every time Ethan called to video chat with Lily, Vanessa or Mrs. Carter had an excuse. “She’s in the pool,” “She fell asleep early,” “We went out for ice cream.” Trusting them, Ethan didn’t push. That would turn out to be his biggest mistake.
The day Lily came home, Ethan knew instantly that something was wrong. She stepped out of the car dragging her suitcase, but she didn’t run to hug him like always. She didn’t talk about the pool, the cat, or anything at all. Her hug was stiff, distant.
In her eyes, there was something no child should ever carry—fear. Mrs. Carter got out of the car looking pleased and said, “She had a wonderful time. She’s matured so much.”
That night, dinner was unbearable. Lily barely spoke, staring down at her plate. Whenever Ethan asked about the trip, she would glance nervously at her mother before answering in short, careful words. The next morning, hoping to help her open up, Ethan left a notebook and crayons on the table. “Draw what you did on your trip,” he said.