How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
The judge looked up from the notebook.
“Did she say anything?”
“Not at first.
She pointed past her father toward the door in the hall.”
“And what did you find in that hall?”
“The dropped handset on the carpet.
A metal latch on the closet door.
A scrap of torn pajama fabric caught in the strike plate.”