Chapter 3 - NO ONE ASKED LILAThat evening, Miles refused dinner.
He stayed in his room.
Caroline knocked twice.
He did not answer.
The third time, she entered anyway.
Miles sat by the window with his knees pulled to his chest.
“Miles.”
“I’m not hungry.”
Caroline sat on the edge of his bed.
“Can we talk?”
“You already talked.”
His tone hurt.
Caroline accepted it.
“I should have listened differently.”
Miles looked at her.
“Different how?”
She struggled.
“I heard you when you said you didn’t want to leave Lila.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I thought I understood.”
“That’s not the same.”
Caroline swallowed.
“No.”
Miles looked back out the window.
“She says things when you’re gone.”
Caroline’s body went still.
“What things?”
Miles hesitated.
“What things, sweetheart?”
“She says Lila is spoiled.”
Caroline waited.
“She says crying won’t make anyone come.”
Caroline felt cold.
“And?”
Miles rubbed his palms against his pants.
“She says I need to stop acting like a baby too.”
Caroline forced herself to remain calm.
“What else?”
Miles did not answer.
She knew pushing would make him retreat.
“All right.”
She stood.
At the door, Miles said:
“She said you’d believe her.”
Caroline turned.
Miles’s eyes were wet.
“She said you think she’s wonderful.”
Caroline felt something break inside her.
Because she had said those exact words before.
Not to Miles.
To a friend.
Marissa is wonderful with the kids.
Miles must have heard.
Or Marissa had.
Caroline walked back to him.
“I’m sorry.”
Miles looked uncomfortable.
“For what?”
“For making it easy for someone to use my trust against you.”
He said nothing.
Downstairs, Ethan was far less convinced.
“I’m not saying Miles is lying.”
Vivian sat across from him in the library.
“That sentence is often followed by something foolish.”
Ethan exhaled.
“I’m saying children interpret things emotionally.”
Vivian looked unimpressed.
“Lila’s reaction was emotional.”
“She’s two.”
“Yes.”
“Two-year-olds can become attached or fearful for reasons that don’t mean abuse.”
Vivian’s expression changed slightly.
“Abuse is your word.”
Ethan stopped.
“I didn’t say anyone abused her.”
“No. You said children interpret things emotionally.”
He leaned back.
“What are you thinking?”
“I am thinking that when a child who cannot explain herself reacts with terror to one specific adult, we pay attention.”
Ethan rubbed his forehead.
“I agree.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Then stop trying to make yourself comfortable.”
That landed.
Vivian continued.
“Your son admitted he pushed an adult despite knowing it damaged his own story.”
Ethan frowned.
“What does that prove?”
“Nothing.”
Vivian paused.
“But liars usually improve facts that hurt them.”
Ethan looked toward the doorway.
“What do you want to do?”
“Observe.”
“Marissa?”
“And Miles.”
Ethan stiffened.
“You think he could be lying?”
“I think Miles deserves more than blind belief.”
Vivian’s voice remained calm.
“He deserves adults willing to establish the truth.”
That night Marissa was told to leave the mansion temporarily with pay while the incident was reviewed.
Her expression remained wounded.
Her voice remained respectful.
“Of course.”
She packed a small overnight bag from the staff wing.
Before leaving, she passed Miles in the upstairs corridor.
Nobody else was nearby.
She stopped.
Miles stopped too.
Marissa smiled faintly.
“You made a terrible mistake.”
Miles’s stomach tightened.
“I told the truth.”
“Did you?”
He stepped backward.
She lowered her voice.
“You pushed me.”
“You hurt Lila.”
“Prove it.”
Miles stared.
Marissa walked past him.
Then stopped.
“Oh, and Miles?”
He turned despite himself.
“Your grandmother is smart.”
Marissa’s smile returned.
“Which means eventually she’ll realize you’re the problem.”
She left.
Miles stood in the hallway for nearly a minute.
That night he moved his pillow and blanket to the floor outside Lila’s nursery.
At 1:15 a.m., Caroline found him sleeping there.
She crouched beside him.
“Miles.”
He woke instantly.
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Lila?”
“She’s asleep.”
Miles looked toward the nursery door.
“I’m staying here.”
Caroline’s eyes filled.
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do.”
“No.”
Miles looked at her.
Caroline spoke carefully.
“You are ten years old.”
“I know.”
“You are her brother.”
“I know.”
“You are not her guard.”
Miles’s face twisted.
“Then who was?”
Caroline had no answer.
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And for the first time, she understood the real question underneath everything:
How long had Miles believed nobody else was protecting his sister?
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