I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

side and the mother who knows the proof of what happened to that child may be disappearing right now.

Andrew steps closer.

“Stay with Emma. I’ll go with the police.”

“No,” I say.

“Melissa—”

“No more separate rooms. No more letting her tell you one thing and me another.”

His face folds with shame.

Then he nods.

The nurse agrees to stay with Emma until my sister continue reading …