It has now been over a month since six-year-old Lily Sullivan and her four-year-old brother Jack vanished from their rural home in Landsdown Station, Nova Scotia. Despite intensive searches, dozens of volunteers, and growing media coverage, there’s still no sign of the siblings. The disappearance of Lily and Jack has shaken their community and left many wondering not only what happened but whether their parents are telling the full truth. What began as a missing persons case is slowly taking on a more disturbing tone.
On May 2nd, 2025, Lily and Jack were last seen at their trailer home on Gerlock Road. Their mother, Malikia Brooks Murray, claimed the children quietly slipped out through a sliding glass door while she slept. Their stepfather, Daniel Martell, said he began looking for them just 20 minutes after noticing the silence. But a closer look at the facts paints a troubling picture. The 911 call didn’t come in until nearly two hours after the children were reportedly last seen. That two-hour delay could be the most critical piece of this entire case.

Initially, the parents’ story was simple: they were tired, sleeping, and the children managed to leave unnoticed. But inconsistencies quickly began to surface. Malikia told reporters she called 911 immediately, but dispatch logs reportedly show that the children had last been seen around 8:00 a.m., not 9:40 a.m. as the couple claimed. Daniel said he frantically searched the woods, waded through waist-deep water, and checked dirt roads, all within a 20-minute timeframe. In a rural setting like Landsdown, such a sweeping search would have taken hours, not minutes.
What is most striking in this case is the emotional flatness of the parents. In interviews, they appear unusually composed. No trembling voices, no desperate pleas to their missing children, no open emotion. Instead, what viewers saw was a couple speaking calmly, neatly dressed, and seemingly rehearsed. Daniel repeats the same lines in every interview—down to the same wording—while Malikia emphasizes how closely they watched their children, despite claiming they slipped out without a sound. Their statements seem crafted for optics rather than raw truth.
There’s also a strange focus on self-image. In her first and only interview, Malikia quickly defended their parenting. She repeatedly mentioned how they always watched the children and how the kids weren’t the type to wander off. But her words are filled with contradictions. At one point she said they never let the kids go outside alone; moments later, she blamed the silent sliding door for why no one heard them leave. When a mother’s first instinct is to defend herself instead of focus solely on her children, that raises red flags.
Another unsettling moment came when Malikia mentioned how talkative the children were, how they’d speak to strangers in stores. On its own, it might seem like a harmless comment. But in the context of a missing child case, it raises troubling implications. Was she suggesting that someone could have lured them away? Or, as some suspect, was she afraid the children might have said something to someone that she didn’t want repeated? Repeating how social and chatty they were seems less like mourning and more like explanation. But explanation for what?
Daniel’s actions, too, leave room for doubt. He chose to search alone rather than stay with police or alert nearby neighbors. Most parents stay close to home, working with authorities, giving leads, describing their children’s favorite hiding spots. Daniel didn’t do that. He focused on being seen as helpful, even heroic. But real parents, in the wake of such trauma, often show panic and chaos. His composure, like Malikia’s, comes across less as grief and more as control. Almost like someone trying very hard not to slip up.

The physical evidence adds little clarity. Despite the massive search effort—150 volunteers, drones, divers, and scent-tracking dogs—all investigators found were a few discarded clothes. Daniel claimed those items didn’t belong to Lily or Jack. And then, during a renewed search on May 17th and 18th, Malikia reportedly left the area after a family argument, and police seized Daniel’s phone. That same weekend, the case was moved to the RCMP’s Major Crimes Unit. Those steps suggest police suspect foul play—or at least know more than they’re publicly revealing.
Adding to the mystery is the trailer home itself. Located deep in the woods with no cell service, it was Daniel’s childhood home, now shared by five people: Malikia, Daniel, Lily, Jack, and 16-month-old Meadow, the couple’s baby daughter. It’s unclear whether the trailer was ever thoroughly searched. Online communities have repeatedly asked whether every part of the home and surrounding property was examined, especially with such an isolated location and the possibility of hidden areas. Yet the RCMP hasn’t confirmed if a full forensic sweep was done.
The children had also missed several days of school before their disappearance. Daniel said Lily had a cough, but that doesn’t explain why Jack stayed home too. School staff reportedly hadn’t seen the children since April 29th, three days before the disappearance. Were they being kept home deliberately? Was something happening that no one else was supposed to see?
One of the most haunting details is how both parents sometimes speak in the past tense. Daniel described Lily as someone who “loved everything” and said Jack “loved bugs.” For children who are simply missing—not confirmed dead—this is a chilling slip. Most parents in such circumstances hold on tightly to hope, using present tense, praying for safe returns. Speaking in past tense can suggest resignation—or knowledge the public doesn’t yet have.
The RCMP has collected over 180 public tips and interviewed more than 30 individuals, including a school bus driver who last saw the kids. But with no witnesses, no camera footage, and no clear crime scene, the case hinges on a few hours and two people who were alone with the children. For now, the public is left with unanswered questions, growing suspicions, and the eerie silence of a trailer in the woods.
Lily, with her pink rain boots and strawberry backpack, and Jack, with his dinosaur boots and fascination with bugs, didn’t simply vanish. Someone knows what happened. Maybe it’s someone close to them. Maybe it’s someone pretending to search. The case remains open, active, and under a magnifying glass.
Anyone with information, no matter how small, is urged to contact Pictou County RCMP at 902-485-4333 or Crimestoppers at 1-800-222-TIPS (8477). Lily and Jack’s names deserve to stay in the public consciousness. Share their photos. Talk about their story. They matter. And the truth must come out—whatever it is.
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