She had her arms folded tight across her chest as she watched the stovetop.

On the recording, Vanessa leaned over the stove and took hold of the handle of the ten-inch cast-iron skillet sitting on the front gas burner.

“Get out of Olivia’s chair,” Vanessa’s recorded voice rang through the speakers in the review room, quick and sharp.

Emma didn’t move right away.

She carefully put her green crayon away in her plastic pencil box on the table.

“I said move, right now,” Vanessa shrieked on the video.