I Found Someone’s Daughters Hiding Inside My Empty Trash Can – Then One Whispered, ‘Please Don’t Send Us Back’
Lucy grabbed a strawberry.
Lily copied her.
Within seconds, they were eating so quickly that I wondered when they had last had a proper meal.
“Where’s your mommy?” I asked.
Both girls stopped chewing.
Lily looked at Lucy.
“Is your mommy next door?”
No answer.
“Your daddy?”
Lucy shook her head.
That was when I realized I had no idea who the man and woman next door actually were.
I reached for my phone.
Lily immediately slid off her chair.
“No!”
I stopped.
“It’s okay.”
“No police,” she said, panic rising in her voice.
“Why not?”
“He said police take bad girls away.”
My stomach tightened.
“Who said that?”
Lily’s eyes filled with tears.
“Him.”
Before I could ask another question, a heavy thud came from next door.
Both girls ducked beneath the table.
A second later, a man’s voice carried faintly through an open window.
“Lily! Lucy!”
The girls began trembling.
I shut the window and pulled the curtain closed.
“Stay here,” I whispered.
I walked to the front room and peeked through the narrow gap beside my blinds.
