PART 5 – The Doctor’s Answer Changed the Way I Looked at the Entire Situation, Especially the Questions Nobody Had Asked

The surgeon looked at me for a moment.

I could tell he understood why I was asking.

I wasn't questioning the seriousness of Lily's condition.

I had seen the X-ray.

I had heard what the magnets could do.

I knew part of my daughter's intestine had been removed.

But I needed to understand how something like this could happen.

Daniel stood nearby.

Patricia was beside him.

Neither seemed interested in hearing my question.

They had already decided where their attention belonged.

On me.

I looked back at the surgeon.

I wanted a clear medical explanation.

I wanted to know what the hospital had actually established and what was still unknown.

The only thing I knew for certain was that Lily had swallowed thirty-six magnets.

I did not know how.

I did not know when.

And I did not know who had been near her when it happened.

I looked toward the hallway.

My daughter was somewhere beyond those doors, recovering from surgery.

I wanted to see her.

I wanted to hold her hand.

I wanted to tell her that Mommy was still there.

But I also knew that the questions surrounding those magnets could not simply disappear.

Daniel moved closer.

"Rachel, you still haven't explained what happened."

I looked at him.

"I have told you everything I know."

He shook his head.

I didn't argue.

There was nothing I could say that would make him believe something I didn't understand myself.

Patricia wiped her cheeks.

She looked toward the surgeon.

Then she looked at me again.

I noticed how quickly her expression changed whenever someone mentioned my responsibilities as Lily's mother.

She seemed certain that my daily routine was the explanation.

I couldn't understand that certainty.

I was frightened.

She was the grandmother.

Daniel was the father.

We were supposed to be worried about the same little girl.

Instead, I felt as though I was standing on one side of a room while the two people closest to me stood on the other.

I asked when I could see Lily.

The medical staff explained that she needed time and monitoring after the operation.

I accepted that.

There was nothing else I could do.

I waited.

The hours had become difficult to measure.

A few minutes felt like an hour.

Every time somebody walked toward us, I looked up.

I kept thinking about the thirty-six magnets.

They weren't ordinary objects.

They weren't something Lily could have mistaken for food.

And there were too many of them for me to ignore the circumstances.

I thought about our home.

The kitchen.

The dining room.

The places where Lily spent her time.

I remembered ordinary days that had seemed unimportant at the time.

Now I wanted to examine every detail.

I wanted to know what had been within her reach.

I wanted to know who had been around.

I wanted to know whether somebody had seen something and failed to tell me.

Then I remembered something important.

The dining room.

There was a security camera there.

I had never thought of it as anything more than a way to keep an eye on the house.

But now I realized it might contain information that none of us could provide from memory.

I didn't say anything immediately.

I simply held that thought.

I needed the officers to know about it.

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