At that precise moment, the door swung open.
Christopher.
He froze when he saw the girl.
“Who is she?”
Lily instinctively stepped backward.
For the first time in years, Margaret looked at Christopher without hesitation.
“She was there that night.”
The color drained from his face, just for a fraction of a second.
“Margaret, you’re exhausted,” he said sharply. “You’ve been sitting in this hospital too long. This child doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”
“Were you there?” Margaret asked, her voice steady in a way that surprised even her.
“You’re being irrational.”
Lily’s fingers tightened around her doll.
“The SUV had a sticker on the back window,” she said quietly. “A silver falcon.”
Christopher’s composure cracked.
Just for a second.
But it was enough.
Margaret remembered it clearly now. The limited-edition SUV. The silver falcon decal he had insisted made the vehicle “distinctive.”
“Leave,” Margaret said, her voice firm and cold. “Get out of this room.”
“You have no proof,” Christopher snapped.
“I’ll find it.”