Madeline held the corner of the paper and looked at the little girl on the edge of the roof. She was forcing herself to stay calm.

“Lily, I’ll come over now. Stand there and don’t move, okay?” Madeline talked to the little girl and took a step forward to try to move closer to her.

However, Lillian shook her head. Her face was filled with melancholy.

Madeline pulled her foot back. She was worried that she would trigger the child if she got closer to her.

“Mrs. Whitman, is that your daughter?”