Chapter 3 - THE GIRL IN THE WINDOW
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Mrs. Parker opened her front door before Ethan could knock twice. She was a retired nurse in her late sixties who had lived next door longer than Ethan had been alive, and she knew immediately that something was wrong.
Her eyes went first to Lily’s uneven hair, then to Ethan’s reddened cheek. “Inside,” she said. Ethan did not argue. Mrs. Parker locked the door behind them and guided Lily toward the living room sofa. She brought a blanket, a glass of water, and the small first-aid bag she kept in a kitchen drawer.
“I’m okay,” Lily whispered. “I know,” Mrs. Parker said gently. “I’m just checking.” Ethan stood at the front window, watching his own house across the lawn.
The curtain in Daniel’s upstairs office did not move again. He tried to convince himself that he had imagined the hand. Then Lily spoke behind him.
“You saw her too.” Ethan turned. Mrs. Parker paused beside the sofa. “Saw who?” Lily stared at her glass of water. “The girl upstairs.”
Ethan crossed the room. “You know who she is?” Lily shook her head. “How long have you seen her?” “A few times.” “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Her eyes lifted to his. “Claire said nobody would believe me.” The answer hit him harder than the slap. Ethan sat beside her. “I believe you.”
Lily began twisting the edge of the blanket. “Sometimes I hear footsteps over Dad’s office when nobody is supposed to be upstairs.” Mrs. Parker and Ethan exchanged a look.
Daniel’s office was directly beneath the attic. Ethan remembered something from the summer: Claire had installed a new lock on the attic door and claimed squirrels had damaged insulation. Daniel had complained about the cost but had never removed the lock.
At the time, Ethan had barely noticed. Now every forgotten detail seemed to return carrying a different meaning. Mrs. Parker examined the pressure mark around Lily’s ankle and then took out her phone.
“I’m calling the police,” she said. Lily tensed. Ethan looked toward the window again. “Do it.” He called Daniel back at the same time.
His father answered from a moving car. “Where are you?” Daniel asked. “At Mrs. Parker’s.” “Good.” “There’s someone upstairs.” The silence came again. Ethan felt anger rise beneath his ribs.
“Stop doing that.” “Doing what?” Daniel asked. “Going quiet every time I tell you something impossible.” Daniel exhaled. “Ethan, I am ten minutes away.”
“Who is in your office?” “No one should be.” “That wasn’t my question.” Mrs. Parker turned away to speak with the emergency dispatcher, giving the address in a calm professional voice.
Daniel finally said, “There was a child staying with Claire’s sister temporarily.” Ethan gripped the phone tighter. “What child?” “Her name is Ava.” Lily looked up when she heard the name.
Daniel continued. “Claire told me Ava had been placed with relatives two weeks ago.” “She’s still here.” “I didn’t know.” Ethan closed his eyes.
Part of him wanted to believe his father immediately. Another part remembered the way Daniel had said, Do not open that door, with the certainty of someone who already knew danger existed.
“Then why did you know about the room downstairs?” Daniel hesitated. “I knew Claire used it for storage.” “That’s not enough.” “Ethan—” “You knew something.”
Daniel’s voice broke slightly. “I knew she had been acting differently. I knew Lily had become quiet. I told myself it was grief and adjustment after I remarried. I kept thinking I could fix things by keeping everyone calm.”
“That’s not knowing,” Ethan said. “That’s looking away.” Daniel did not defend himself. The truth of that silence hurt more than an argument would have.
Sirens sounded faintly in the distance. Claire appeared on the porch across the street. Ethan lowered the phone. She stood beneath the porch light with her arms crossed, staring directly at Mrs. Parker’s house.
Then she raised her own phone and began typing. Mrs. Parker ended the emergency call. “Officers are coming.” Claire went back inside. Ethan’s fear changed shape.
“She’s hiding something.” Mrs. Parker nodded. “Then let trained people find it.” The advice was sensible. Ethan hated how difficult it was to follow.
Within minutes, two police vehicles pulled to the curb. Daniel’s car arrived seconds later, braking hard in front of the house. He barely closed the driver’s door before running across the lawn.
Ethan met him on Mrs. Parker’s porch. Daniel stopped when he saw his son’s face. “What happened to you?” “Claire.” Daniel looked through the doorway toward Lily.
His expression collapsed. For the first time, Ethan saw not the confident father who managed a construction company and fixed broken cabinet hinges on weekends, but a man realizing that his family had been in danger while he was absent.
Daniel stepped toward Lily. She shrank back. He stopped immediately. That reaction wounded him visibly. “Sweetheart,” he said. “I’m sorry.” Lily did not answer.
One of the officers approached from the walkway and asked Daniel to remain outside while they entered the house. Daniel agreed. Claire opened the front door before they knocked.
Even from across the lawn, Ethan could see that she had changed her blouse. The cream one was gone. She now wore a gray sweater.
Her hair was freshly brushed. The dining room behind her looked darker than before. Ethan stepped off Mrs. Parker’s porch. An officer held up a hand. “Stay here.”
Ethan stopped. The two officers entered. Five minutes passed. Then ten. A third patrol car arrived. An ambulance pulled up without sirens. Ethan’s heart began beating faster.
One officer emerged carrying the white plate from the dining table inside a clear evidence bag. Another officer came out holding the scissors. Claire followed them, arguing rapidly.
“This is being completely misunderstood.” No one responded. Then two paramedics appeared at the front door. Between them walked a girl Ethan had never seen before.
She looked about nine years old. Her name, Ethan already knew, was Ava. She wore an oversized green sweatshirt and held a stuffed rabbit against her chest.
Lily stood up from Mrs. Parker’s sofa. “Ava,” she whispered. The girl looked toward Lily. Their eyes met across the lawn. Ava raised one hand.
Before Ethan could process the relief of seeing her alive and walking, an officer hurried back inside and shouted something to his partner. More movement followed.
The officer emerged again carrying a small black digital recorder. He walked directly toward Daniel. “Sir,” he said, “we found this hidden under the dining-room floor vent.”
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Daniel stared at it. The officer continued. “It contains several recordings.” Claire stopped arguing. Her face changed. Ethan saw it from twenty feet away. Fear again. The officer looked at Daniel. “And one of the voices appears to be yours.”
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