To be clear, we don’t have evidence to suggest that an abduction took place at this time.

“My heart tells me these babies are gone. My heart tells me that. I know the truth. I didn’t kill Lily and Jack.”

What if Lily and Jack Sullivan didn’t vanish into the woods?

A jaw-dropping claim whispers: they’re alive—smuggled to New Brunswick under dawn’s cover.

Welcome to Untold Crimes and Affairs, where we claw through lies to unearth a truth that stings.

Is this a lifeline—or a chilling deception?

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Eight weeks ago, six-year-old Lily and four-year-old Jack Sullivan disappeared from Landsdown Station, Nova Scotia, igniting 500 tips and a $150,000 reward.

A family insider claims they’re alive—hidden in New Brunswick.
A bootprint. A lie. And a murky cover-up twist this case into knots.

Tonight, we chase a truth that could rewrite their fate.

May 2nd, 2025.
Landsdown Station. A mobile home hides a storm.

Maleia Brooks Murray swears her kids, Lily and Jack, slipped out—lost to woods scarred by Hurricane Fiona.
But Janie Martell, Daniel’s mother, living in an RV on the property, shatters that tale.

She wasn’t supposed to be there—meant to stay elsewhere. Yet at dawn, her dog’s frantic barking woke her.
Then Lily’s piercing scream—that unmistakable birthday video cry—cut through the mist.

Janie stumbled outside, heart pounding, and saw Maleia clutching baby Meadow, staring at her phone.

“Where are the kids?” Janie demanded.

Maleia’s reply: “They’re in the woods.”

Through cousin Darren Gettys, Janie claims it was a lie. Maleia led the kids out the back door, across the yard, to a car bound for New Brunswick.

An unnamed friend, Gettys says, drove them to safety.

Was this a planned escape caught by chance—or a desperate fabrication?

Janie’s account hinges on a haunting clue:
A child-sized bootprint sunk in a muddy driveway pothole.

The night before, Janie shoveled gravel into that hole—softened by rain—to mend the path.
Through Gettys, she claims Lily or Jack stepped there as Maleia rushed them to the car, leaving a mark like a ghost’s footprint.

A second bootprint, found with a torn blanket on a pipeline trail—allegedly Lily’s—deepens the enigma.

Gettys insists the blanket was planted—pulled from trash by Maleia’s friend—to stage a woodland loss.

Why leave such clues?

The driveway bootprint, fresh in wet gravel, aligns with Janie’s 6:10 a.m. phone log timeline.

The blanket’s lack of scent screams sabotage.

Is this evidence of escape—or a sinister setup?

The mud holds secrets we’re only beginning to unearth.

Maleia’s response is a blood-chilling red flag.

When Janie confronted her, demanding, “Where are the kids?”
Maleia claimed Lily and Jack were in the woods for 20 minutes.

Yet she stood frozen—Meadow in her arms—scrolling her phone, making no move to search.

If your six- and four-year-old vanished into storm-ravaged woods, would you stand still?

Janie says Maleia knew the kids were in that car headed to New Brunswick—her woods story a panicked lie, caught off guard by Janie’s unexpected presence.

Why no call for help? Was Maleia shielding a secret handoff—or paralyzed by guilt?

Her inaction cracks the case wide open—begging answers that burn.

Where was Daniel Martell in this dawn betrayal?

Asleep in the mobile home, he claims, while Maleia led Lily and Jack to the car.

Janie’s account says he emerged later, running out as she confronted Maleia—who spun her woods lie.

But Daniel’s own words darken the plot.

He admitted to RCMP he covered for Maleia, backing her story that the kids were lost.

Was he a pawn, unaware of her plan until it unraveled—or a player, complicit in the handoff to New Brunswick?

His polygraph pass clears him of murder, but not of knowledge.

Did Daniel sleep through a calculated escape, only to shield Maleia after the fact? Or did he know more?

His silence—a piece of a deeper puzzle. His role—innocent or entangled—casts a shadow over Janie’s truth, pulling us closer to the edge.

A tracking dog’s discovery chills the bone.

Lily and Jack’s scent trailed from the driveway bootprint to the roadside—then vanished, as if they stepped into a vehicle.

The kids hadn’t been to school since Tuesday, April 29th, so this wasn’t a lingering bus path.

The scent, sharp in the May 2nd mud, backs Janie’s claim of a car pickup to New Brunswick.

The pipeline trail’s blanket—supposedly Lily’s—held no scent.

A dead end, screaming sabotage, as Gettys alleges.

Was it planted to mislead searchers?

The dog’s silence at the roadside paints a vivid scene: a car, speeding into the dawn—carrying the kids away, or toward a darker fate.

This trail ends where hope teeters.

Janie claims she told RCMP early: Maleia handed the kids to a car bound for New Brunswick.

Yet they never questioned the friend who boasted the kids were “tucked in nice warm beds.”

By May 7th, the search—160 volunteers, drones, helicopters—halted abruptly.

Did RCMP believe Janie, shifting to a secret probe? Or dismiss her, assuming the kids were dead?

Searchers returned for two weekends in May, combing the same woods—as if chasing ghosts.

Why the silence?

Did RCMP bury a lead—or botch the case?

Their quiet fuels whispers of a hidden truth.

Amy Hansen, the search manager, holds a starkly different belief: Lily and Jack are still in the woods, lost in Nova Scotia’s tangled, post-hurricane terrain.

Her conviction—raw and unwavering—battles Janie’s tale of a New Brunswick escape.

Listen to her voice—a plea against fading hope.

Do you think those kids are in the woods?
“From everything I’ve seen—yes.”

“We got the first call shortly after 11 on Friday morning, on the 2nd, that there were two children lost up here in Landsdown.
We deployed the team and got here as fast as we could.”

“With kids like that, it’s not common to have two go missing at once. With hikers, yes—but two small children, it’s unusual.”

“Have you found anything?”
“The only thing we had were the bootprints—and we still cannot 100% say they belonged to the children. But that was pretty much all we had.”

“Why can’t you find them?”
“They’re small. They’d be hiding. They could’ve crawled underneath something when they got tired.
They could have gone farther than we searched. There are all kinds of scenarios.”

Hansen’s faith in the woods clashes with Janie’s car handoff—splitting the case in two.

Her team—tireless but uninformed—lacks access to Major Crimes’ secrets.

Is Hansen chasing a mirage while RCMP hides a deeper lead?

Two truths collide. One of loss. One of hope. Leaving us stranded in doubt.

Janie’s story—her 6:10 a.m. phone log, the bootprint, the confrontation—grips us.
But doubt lingers.

As Daniel’s mother, is she shielding her son?

Daniel’s polygraph clears him of murder—but his cover-up for Maleia suggests deeper ties.

Janie’s precise timeline lends weight, yet her bias clouds it.

Gettys—her mouthpiece—lacks RCMP backing. His drama raises flags.

Is Janie exposing Maleia’s betrayal—or weaving a lie to save Daniel?

Her truth could save Lily and Jack—or bury them in darkness.

Are Lily and Jack alive in New Brunswick—or lost to a sinister lie?

Did Maleia’s inaction, Daniel’s cover-up, or RCMP’s silence seal their fate?

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