An eight-year-old girl sleeps alone, but every morning she complains that her bed feels “too small.” When her mother checks the security camera at 2 a.m., she breaks down in silent tears….

I laughed. “That bed is huge. Or did your toys take over again?”

She shook her head. “No. I cleaned it.”

I brushed it off as a child’s imagination.
But I was wrong.

Two days passed. Then three. Then a full week.

Every morning, Lily said the same thing.