PART 16 – I Had Given the Officers the Location of the Recording, and I Was No Longer Willing to Let Anyone Replace Evidence With Accusations

By then, I had reached the point where I didn't want to defend myself anymore.

Not because I had given up.

Because I understood that repeating the same explanation wasn't going to solve anything.

I had told the officers I was Lily's primary caregiver.

I had told them I didn't know about the magnets.

I had explained that we didn't have anything like them in our home, as far as I knew.

And I had directed them toward the dining room security camera.

There was nothing more I could add without inventing information.

I refused to do that.

Daniel seemed frustrated by my silence.

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

I looked at him.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something that explains this."

I shook my head.

"I don't know how it happened, Daniel."

He looked away.

I felt the old urge to explain everything again.

But I stopped myself.

I couldn't make an unknown event known by talking about it longer.

The evidence needed to be examined.

Patricia was standing a short distance away.

She didn't interrupt.

I thought about her earlier comments.

The online classes.

The social media.

The suggestion that I had been too distracted to look after Lily.

I had heard enough.

I didn't need to answer those accusations again.

I wanted the investigation to focus on the relevant period and the people who had access to our daughter.

I wanted the officers to consider the information from the hospital and the security recording together.

Nothing more.

I looked toward Officer Carter.

"Please make sure the dining room footage is checked."

He understood what I was asking.

I repeated that the camera covered the dining area.

I wanted the relevant recording examined.

I wasn't asking anyone to reach a conclusion before seeing it.

I was asking them not to ignore it.

The officers continued with their work.

I sat quietly.

For a moment, I thought about what our lives had been like before that night.

The dining table had been a place for ordinary family moments.

The house had been somewhere I felt comfortable.

I had never imagined that I would sit in a hospital waiting for police officers to investigate something that happened there.

I had never imagined that my husband would look at me with suspicion.

And I had never imagined that my daughter would need surgery because of something inside her own body.

I looked down.

My hands were still trembling slightly.

I wanted to stop shaking.

I wanted to be strong when I finally saw Lily.

I wanted her to see the mother who had carried her to the hospital, not someone who had spent the entire night falling apart.

I took a slow breath.

Then I looked toward the medical area again.

The doctors were caring for her.

The officers had the information I had provided.

I couldn't do anything more until they had examined it.

So I waited.

I didn't accuse Daniel.

I didn't accuse Patricia.

I didn't make up a story about who might have been responsible.

I simply wanted the truth.

And I was prepared to face whatever the evidence showed.

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