“Jason, help me hold her,” Carol commanded.
My brother stepped forward, pinning Lily’s other arm. Two adults against one terrified child. In a desperate bid for freedom, Lily stomped on Jason’s foot. He yelled and recoiled. In that moment of chaotic frustration, Carol didn’t just push Lily—she threw her.
Lily flew backward, her feet catching the edge of the rug. The camera captured the sickening thud as the back of her head struck the sharp oak corner of the nightstand. She hit the floor, instantly limp.
The silence on the recording was absolute. Carol didn’t scream. She didn’t call for help. She stood over Lily, adjusted her blouse, and turned to Jason. “She fell,” Carol said, her voice cold and calculated. “She was having an episode, she ran, and she tripped. Do you understand?”
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