Lily and Jack are still missing, and this case is very close to my heart since my children are around the same age. I don’t believe they were abducted by a stranger or wandered off into the woods on their own. I believe the answers lie close to home, and that the truth will come out soon.

Police are preparing to bring in cadaver dogs and have had boats on the water searching. My heart broke a little more this morning for Jack and Lily when I saw their drawings and artwork displayed on the walls inside the family home.

At first, it was rumored that the children were non-verbal and wouldn’t speak to anyone. However, their mother quickly cleared that up, stating that they were very friendly and would talk to anyone. We can definitely confirm that the children are verbal—even the bus driver spoke about how chatty they were, always laughing and happy during the bus rides.

Jack loves bugs and dinosaurs, and Lily likes more traditionally “girly” things, but she apparently follows Jack everywhere. According to their stepfather, they’re like best friends—not just brother and sister. Others mentioned that Jack enjoys digging for worms and loves turning over pieces of wood to find insects. They sound like such adorable, energetic children.

A photo of their artwork was released, and at the bottom, we can see Jack’s paintings. His name is written in red, along with another green painting. I think the green painting depicts some insects, since Jack is so fond of them.

Lily writes beautifully. She wrote a few sentences about her mom. The topic sentence says, “This is my mom.”
Important detail number one: “My mom bakes cupcakes.”
Important detail number two: “We play with toys.”
Important detail number three: “We watch movies.”
And finally, she ended with, “I love my mom.”

There is also a beautiful painting of a dragon next to Lily’s writing, though it’s unclear who created it.

Let’s continue to keep precious Jack and Lily in our thoughts and prayers, and may the police soon discover who is responsible for their disappearance. 

The disappearance of Jack and Lily Sullivan continues to grip the hearts of many, but for some of us, it hits especially close to home. As a parent of young children myself—children not far in age from Jack and Lily—this case has become more than a headline. It’s become personal. The fear, the confusion, and the heartbreaking uncertainty are things no family should ever have to face.

And yet here we are, still waiting for answers. Still clinging to hope.

What’s become clearer by the day is that this wasn’t a random abduction, nor is it likely that these two precious children simply wandered off into the woods. I don’t believe that for a second. I believe the truth lies much closer to home. The inconsistencies in the parents’ stories, the eerie silence, and the strange behavior following their disappearance all suggest that someone isn’t telling the full truth. And I believe that truth will eventually come to light.

In the meantime, the search continues. Authorities are reportedly preparing to bring in cadaver dogs—a grim step, one no one ever wants to see in a missing child case. Boats have already been deployed to search the surrounding waters, combing through lakes and rivers in the hope that some clue, some sliver of evidence, might emerge. Each search brings renewed hope, but also deep dread.

This morning, my heart broke again for Jack and Lily when I saw the images of their artwork, lovingly displayed on the walls of their home. Their presence was everywhere—in the colors, the scribbles, the words they wrote with such innocent pride. These weren’t just children—they were vibrant, joyful souls, full of energy and creativity.

At one point, a rumor spread that Jack and Lily were non-verbal and might not respond to strangers calling out for them. But their mother was quick to shut that down, explaining that the children were incredibly friendly, talkative, and full of personality. That sentiment has been echoed by others, including their school bus driver, who fondly recalled how Jack and Lily would chatter and laugh together during their daily rides.

Jack has a deep love for bugs and dinosaurs. He’s curious and adventurous, always digging in the dirt, flipping over logs to discover insects hiding underneath. Lily, on the other hand, loves more classically “girly” things—but no matter what she’s doing, she’s almost always right there with Jack. They’re not just siblings; they’re best friends. That bond is something multiple people close to the family have described. They’re inseparable.

Photos of their artwork recently released to the media add a poignant layer to this tragedy. One image, showing Jack’s name scrawled in red beneath a green painting, is likely a depiction of the insects he loves so much. It’s such a simple, joyful reflection of who he is—his passions, his imagination. And right next to it, Lily’s handwriting, neat and sweet, shares thoughts about her mom.

Her writing starts with the sentence: “This is my mom.” Then come the details that only a child can express with such unfiltered love and honesty:
“My mom bakes cupcakes.”
“We play with toys.”
“We watch movies.”
“I love my mom.”

Beside her words, a colorful dragon painting stands tall. It’s unclear which of the children painted it, but it radiates the same vibrant spirit they’ve been described as having.

These small pieces of Jack and Lily—painted pictures, written words, favorite stories—are now all we have to hold on to as we wait for answers. They are reminders of lives full of light, of personalities still forming, of children who should be running through the grass and laughing in the sunshine—not featured on missing posters.

It’s hard to fathom how such joy can be interrupted by something so dark. And it’s even harder to accept that, with every passing day, someone out there may be sitting in silence, hiding the truth. It’s clear this case has more to it than meets the eye. The shifting stories, the media silence from the family, and the mounting inconsistencies only deepen the suspicion. And while we must let investigators do their work, the public has every right to demand transparency and urgency.

For now, we hold Jack and Lily in our thoughts. We remember the way Jack loved bugs and the way Lily followed him everywhere. We picture them laughing together, drawing dragons and dinosaurs, dreaming about cupcakes and movie nights. They deserve to come home. And if that’s no longer possible—if we’re forced to face the darkest outcome—then they deserve justice.

And justice begins with the truth.

Let us keep these beautiful children in our prayers. Let us keep speaking their names, sharing their stories, and urging the police and media not to let this case fade into the background. Because Jack and Lily matter. Their story matters. And someone, somewhere, knows what happened to them.

We will not forget. We will not stop asking questions. And we will not rest until they are found.