The investigators wait: "take your time."
"It was Myra who asked, ' how's little Nat? Is she still...' I realized then, screeched, just ran and ran but..." Isabelle breaks down. Joan, the social worker stands, embraces her, attempts to console, "SO sorry, Isabelle. No criminal proceedings. It could have happened to..."
"No, not to me, NEVER, not possible," Isabelle howls.