When I came in, Lily looked up.
Ella no sonrió.
She just watched me with those wide, serious eyes, the way she had in the dining room.
"Lily,"
I said, kneeling down beside her.
"You told me Mr.
Vale changed the bottle three times.
Can you tell me more?
Anything you remember?"
She nodded slowly.
"He comes when you're sleeping."
My breath caught.
"When I'm sleeping?"
"After lunch.
You take naps now."
She said it like it was obvious.
"He comes in the back door.
The one by the garden.
He goes to the cabinet where the medicine is.
And he switches the bottle."
Nora covered her mouth with her hand.
"Lily, sweetheart, you never told me that."
"You were working."
Lily turned back to her drawing.
"I see him from the window.
My window.
It's above the garden."
I looked at Nora.
She was pale.
"How many times?"
I asked.
