Tears of Deceit

"On the day Mr. Prescott came to pick me up, Daphne locked me in the woodshed..." Hazel whispered, her small hands clutching tightly onto Donovan's sleeve. She was so nervous that even her voice trembled.

The room fell silent. Maybe it was because they were shocked by the thoughts of a three-year-old, but for a long moment, no one said anything.

"Daddy, I'm telling the truth..." Hazel's tiny voice