“I am, honey. I just need some time.”
She climbed onto the nearby chair and unfolded her drawing: a little house surrounded by flowers, featuring bright blue windows and a yellow front door.
“That’s where we’re going to live,” she announced.
I smiled, though I had no idea where we’d be living a month later.
“Why did you make the windows blue?”
She considered it carefully.
“Because blue is a peaceful color, and I want our house to be peaceful.”
I pressed the drawing against my blanket, momentarily speechless.
Lily noticed a photograph of our staircase among Jonathan’s documents and asked why police had photographed our home. FindPolice Jobs
I carefully explained that they were trying to understand the incident, without suggesting an answer or making her feel responsible.
She glanced at Dad before mentioning that Preston had been angry that morning and her grandmother had instructed her to stay upstairs.
