“Uncle Derek opened Mommy’s bedroom door.”
I slowly looked toward my brother.
Derek immediately looked away.
“What happened then?”
“He scared Mommy.”
“How?”
Lily hesitated.
“He was yelling.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know.”
Her face crumpled.
Then she began crying harder.
“He took Mommy’s phone.”
My heart started pounding.
“And then?”
“Grandma closed the door.”
“What door?”
“Mommy’s bedroom.”
“Were you inside?”
Lily shook her head.
“I was in the hallway.”
“What did Grandma do?”
“She told me to go downstairs.”
Before I could ask anything else, my mother’s voice cut through the room.
“Enough.”
I turned toward her.
She wasn’t crying anymore.
She looked furious.
“She has been traumatized,” my mother said. “She doesn’t understand what she saw.”
Before I could answer, Dad struck his wheelchair again.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
