How an Eight-Year-Old Girl Named Emily Reached Out for Help on Maplewood Drive
“Wayne.
Just listen to her for one minute.”
Then Emily whispered, so softly that Claire turned up the gain, and the whole room seemed to lean in with her.
“He said I can’t talk to anybody about the thing in the hall.”
“Emily.
Who said that to you?”
“It’s a secret thing.”
Claire asked one more question, and she asked it slowly.