Graham made toast, cut it into uneven triangles, and poured orange juice into a small plastic cup he found in a cabinet. Lily climbed onto a chair. For several minutes they ate in silence.

It was the most peaceful breakfast Graham had had in months.

Then Lily pointed at his blue mug. Pretty lady puts medicine there.

Graham stopped. When? Many nights. Did you see her? Lily nodded. When Mommy cleans the dining room, I wait here. Pretty lady opens a little bottle.

She puts drops in the blue cup.

Graham set down his coffee. What color was the bottle? Lily considered the question. Red top. Small. She hides it. Where? Lily patted the side of her dress, indicating a pocket.