"She went to the beach with Mr. Delgado and the others."
"Oh, I see." Rebecca dipped the ladle into the pitcher of milk. She took just enough milk to fill the bottom of the ladle. She carefully dribbled some of this into Molly's mouth. The baby coughed, but kept the milk down. Rebecca patted Molly's back. "Good girl. Very good."
Molly cooed at this. Now that there was light coming through the church windows, Rebecca could see how much the baby resembled the grown Miss Brigham with her cap of red hair and green eyes. Yet there was a sadness in those eyes, the sadness only someone older could feel.
"I think she still remembers," Rebecca said.
"Oh my," Prudence said. "That must be awful."
Rebecca dribbled some more milk into Molly's mouth. "Do you believe what Mr. Delgado said? Do you really think Miss Brigham fell into the fountain on her own?"
Before Prudence could answer, Molly began to scream. Her face turned bright red and tears dribbled down her face. One of her chubby hands reached out to grasp Rebecca's pinky. Rebecca's eyes widened at this. She did remember!
"Miss Brigham, can you understand me? Blink twice for yes." For a moment Rebecca stared at the baby's red face. Then Molly blinked twice in quick succession.
"It's a miracle," Prudence said.
"I don't know about that," Rebecca said. She turned back to the infant. "Did Mr. Delgado tell the truth? Did you fall into the fountain? Blink twice for yes and three times for no."
Rebecca waited. Molly's eyes blinked three times. "You didn't fall in. Did he push you?"
Two blinks. "What do we do now?" Prudence asked. "Should we tell Samantha?"
"No. She won't believe us."
"But Miss Brigham-"
"She's not going to believe a baby. Not over her uncle."
"What else can we do?"
"We have to find some proof."
***
Rebecca didn't like the idea of taking Molly with them to the cave, but she didn't want to just leave the baby alone in the church. It would be too easy then for Mr. Delgado to finish what he'd started. Molly would be a lot safer with Rebecca and Prudence.
"What are we looking for?" Prudence asked.
"I don't know. Maybe he left a clue there." Rebecca shrugged as much as she could with a baby in her arms. "That's where Samantha would start."
"I suppose so. I still think we should tell someone. If not Samantha then one of the others, like David-"
"We can't go to him," Rebecca snapped. "He wouldn't believe us either. He's just a big bully."
"But we can't stop Mr. Delgado on our own. He's a grown-up."