They were found dead on Monday near a
campground and police now say they were
esphyxiated.
Court documents indicate that their
little wrists were zip tied by their
father.

Um if somebody is successful in the
test, uh then not that they’re being
eliminated, but they’ll spend more time
on people that are not successful. Not
passing the test doesn’t mean you’re
you’re guilty or you’re involved. It
simply means that there’s some issue
there. Uh maybe some some knowledge,
guilty knowledge.
There’s not a criminal investigation.
Now, I’d be totally surprised.
Just moments ago, a devastating update
shook two communities thousands of miles
apart. In the shadowed woods of Wanachi,
Washington, the bodies of three little
sisters, Payton, Evelyn, and Olivia
Decker, were discovered. their lives
snuffed out in a way that defies
comprehension.
Meanwhile, in the dense forests of Nova
Scotia, the desperate search for Lily
and Jack Sullivan, two young siblings,
drags on with no trace, no answers, only
heartache.
Two cases bound by tragedy and a single
gut-wrenching question. How could
children disappear into the wild? And
who’s responsible? Is this a parent
broken by grief or a predator hiding in
plain sight? Tonight, we’re unraveling
these soul crushing stories, chasing the
truth through the pain, the clues, and
the fight for justice.
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Let’s keep building this community
picture when Washington a tight-knit
community cradled by the Cascade
Mountains where the air smells of pine
and life feels like it moves a little
slower. Payton Decker, nine, was the
protector, always watching over her
sisters with a fierce love and a spark
of curiosity that made her teacher
smile. Evelyn, eight, was the quiet
artist, sketching wild flowers and
dreaming of far-off places.
And Olivia, just five, was the family’s
joy, her giggles echoing through their
small home. They were the light of their
mother, Whitney’s life. Three girls
growing up surrounded by neighbors who
felt like family. Their father, Travis
Decker, was a rugged outdoorsman, an
army vet who’d take them on camping
trips, teaching them to build fires and
spot constellations.
But beneath the surface, things weren’t
perfect.
A bitter divorce had left Travis and
Whitney at odds, locked in a custody
fight with whispers of Travis’s
struggles, PTSD, financial stress, a
temper that sometimes flared.
Now travel across the continent to
Landdown Station, Nova Scotia, a remote
corner of Picto County where the woods
are thick and the world feels far away.
Lily Sullivan, six, and her brother
Jack, four, were the heart of their
small family.
Members of the Cypenatic First Nation,
these siblings were inseparable, their
quiet giggles filling their trailer
home. Lily, with her pink sweater and
strawberry backpack, love to explore
nearby, but never far. Jack in his blue
dinosaur boots followed her everywhere.
His undiagnosed autism making him cling
to routine.
Their mother Malikia Brooks Murray and
stepfather Daniel Martell painted a
picture of a simple life. One where the
kids played close to home, safe in their
rural bubble. But on May 2nd, 2025, that
bubble burst, leaving behind a void
that’s torn families and communities
apart. These children, Payton, Evelyn,
Olivia, Lily, and Jack, were supposed to
grow up to chase dreams to be loved.
Instead, their stories are now etched in
tragedy.

It was May 30th, 2025 in Wanachi,
Washington, when everything changed.
Travis Decker pulled up to Whitney’s
house for a scheduled custody visit.
Just 3 hours with his daughters, Payton,
Evelyn, and Olivia. Whitney stood at the
door, watching her girls climb into his
truck, their backpacks bouncing. She
noticed Travis seemed off, quieter, his
eyes distant, but she brushed it aside.
He’d bring them back by 8:00 p.m., he
said. But 8:00 p.m. passed. Then 9.
Whitney’s calls went unanswered, her
texts unread. By midnight, her gut was
screaming something was wrong. She
called the police, reporting a custody
violation. The next morning,
investigators learned Travis and the
girls never showed up to a local 5K run
they were all excited for. Then on June
2nd, a sheriff’s deputy patrolling Rock
Island campground, 11 mi from town,
spotted Travis’s white GMC pickup,
eerily still.
Just 100 yards away, down a muddy
embankment, lay a scene that would haunt
this community forever. Payton, Evelyn,
and Olivia, their small bodies lifeless,
plastic bags over their heads,
wristbound with zip ties. Scattered
around were more bags, a knife, and a
bloody fingerprint on the truck’s
tailgate. Travis Decker nowhere to be
found. Across the border in Nova Scotia,
May 2nd, 2025, began like any other
quiet morning in Landown Station.
Lily and Jack Sullivan were playing in
their yard, their laughter carrying
through the crisp air. Malikia and
Daniel were inside, tending to their
youngest, assuming the kids were safe
just steps away. But when Daniel checked
on them, the sliding door was shut
tight. Lily’s pink sweater and Jack’s
dinosaur boots were gone and the yard
was empty. The RCMP descended on Picto
County’s dense forests, search teams
fanning out with dogs and drones. Days
bled into weeks.
A tattered piece of Lily’s blanket
snagged on a roadside branch offered a
flicker of hope, but it led to nothing.
The community clung to prayers, holding
vigils under the pines. Yet, as the week
stretched on, a darker question began to
creep in. Did Lily and Jack simply
wander too far, or did someone make sure
they’d never come home? In Wanachi,
Washington, the investigation into
Travis Decker roared into high gear.
that bloody fingerprint on the truck’s
tailgate.
Forensics confirmed it was Travis’s,
tying him to the horrific scene at Rock
Island campground.
Court records uncovered a trail of
digital breadcrumbs that sent chills
down investigators spines. Just days
before Peyton, Evelyn, and Olivia
vanished, Travis had searched how to
cross into Canada undetected and
off-grid living in British Columbia. The
campground, only 11 mi from the Pacific
Crest Trail, a rugged path snaking
toward the Canadian border, became a
focal point.
The Chalan County Sheriff’s Office, with
the FBI, US Marshals, and even the RCMP,
unleashed a massive manhunt across the
Cascad’s dense forests. Travis, a former
Army vet with survivalist training, was
labeled armed and dangerous, a ghost who
could vanish into the wilderness for
months. But not everyone was convinced
he was a cold-blooded killer. Whitney’s
lawyer, Ariana Kart, told ABC News,
“Travis adored his daughters. There were
no warning signs.”
Was this a calculated act of evil or a
man and broken by PTSD, financial ruin,
and a bitter custody fight? With no
arrests and a $20,000 reward on the
table, Travis remains a shadow in the
woods. Meanwhile, in Nova Scotia, the
search for Lily and Jack Sullivan was a
race against time. The RCMP mobilized
over 150 volunteers, helicopters,
drones, and K-9 units, combing every
inch of Picto County’s unforgiving
forests.
Daniel Martell, the children’s
stepfather, faced intense scrutiny.
He voluntarily took a polygraph test,
his voice steady as he told CBC News, “I
would never harm Lily or Jack.”
He passed, but with only 180 tips, most
leading nowhere and no confirmed
sightings, the investigation hit a wall.
A pink thread from Lily’s blanket found
tangled in roadside brush was the only
clue, but it led to a dead end. The RCMP
begged the public to stop speculating,
yet online forums exploded with
theories.
A tragic accident in the woods, a
stranger’s abduction, or something
closer to home. In both cases, the truth
feels agonizingly out of reach and the
weight of loss presses heavier with
every unanswered question. In Wanachi,
Washington, the air felt heavier after
the discovery of Payton, Evelyn, and
Olivia Decker. The community came
undone, gathering under starlet skies
for vigils, where hundreds of candles
glowed for three little girls who’d
never come home.
Whitney Decker stood before a sea of
mourners at a memorial, her voice
trembling as she spoke of her daughter’s
boundless love. their giggles, their
dreams. A GoFundMe for the family
skyrocketed past a million dollars.
Proof of how deeply these girls touched
their small town. But beneath the shared
grief simmered rage. How could a father,
their father, betray them so brutally
online, Travis Decker was branded a
monster, his name cursed in comment
sections.
Yet some, pointing to court records of
his untreated PTSD and spiraling debt,
wondered if this was less about evil and
more about a mind fractured beyond
repair. For Whitney, the betrayal was a
wound that wouldn’t heal. She trusted
Travis with her world, and now she was
left clutching only memories and
questions. In Lands Down Station, Nova
Scotia, the Cypenadic First Nation and
surrounding community wrapped their arms
around Lily and Jack Sullivan’s family.
Flyers with the children’s smiling faces
plastered every pole and shop window
while volunteers combed the forests day
after day. Vigils drew dozens, their
prayers rising into the night for two
kids who loved pink sweaters and
dinosaur boots. Malikia Brooks Murray
and Daniel Martell faced a storm of
scrutiny with Daniel’s polygraph results
sparking fierce debates online. Some saw
his tears as genuine, others as a mask.
The psychological toll was crushing.
Malikia barely slept, haunted by the
thought of her babies lost in the
wilderness. The media frenzy didn’t help
with headlines screaming, “Vanished kids
and suspicious parents turning pain into
spectacle.” In both Wanachi and Landown
station, real families were left
shattered, grappling with guilt, trauma,
and an aching need for answers that
might never come. The tragedies of
Peyton, Evelyn, Olivia, Lily, and Jack
aren’t just isolated horrors.
They echo cases that have left scars on
our collective conscience. Think back to
2011 when Josh Powell set his home
ablaze in Washington, killing himself
and his two young sons amid a custody
battle, a desperate act to keep them
from their mother. Or 1994 when Susan
Smith drove her car into a South
Carolina lake, her two boys strapped
inside, then wept on national TV,
claiming a stranger took them. What
pushes a parent to cross that
unthinkable line?
Is it a mind unraveled by mental
illness, a need for control, or a
darkness we’ll never fully grasp? The
Decker and Sullivan cases lay bare the
failures in our systems, custody courts
that miss warning signs like Travis’s
untreated PTSD, search operations
stalled by Nova Scotia’s unforgiving
wilderness, and communities forced to
mourn without answers. These stories
demand we confront hard truths. Are we
doing enough to shield our children from
those closest to them?
And when justice feels like a distant
hope, how do families, how do we find a
way to heal from wounds this deep? But
this is where the stories of Payton,
Evelyn, Olivia, Lily, and Jack sink into
a fog of uncertainty.
In Washington, is Travis Decker still
out there, a ghost in the Cascades?
Law enforcement analyst Todd McGee
insists he’s alive using his army hone
survival skills to evade capture, biting
his time to resurface.
Yet, Chalan County Sheriff Morrison
isn’t so sure.
Cadaavver dogs scoured the area around
Rock Island campground and found
nothing, sparking theories Travis may
have taken his own life. And those
Google searches for Canada jobs and
crossing the border. Were they a
calculated plan to flee with his
daughters? Or just a desperate man’s
fleeting thoughts, a distraction from
the truth? In Nova Scotia, the Sullivan
case is a labyrinth of doubt.
Did Lily and Jack, with their autism
making them prone to routine, simply
wander too far into Picto County’s
brutal wilderness and perish? Or is
there a darker secret buried in those
woods? Why has the RCMP’s exhaustive
search, drones, dogs, hundreds of
volunteers, yielded only a scrap of
Lily’s blanket? Could someone, anyone,
be holding back a piece of the puzzle?
These questions gnaw at the families,
the communities, and the thousands
debating online.
So, I’m turning it over to you.

What do you think happened to these
children? These stories cut deep, don’t
they? the unimaginable loss of Peyton,
Evelyn, and Olivia Decker, and the
agonizing mystery still surrounding Lily
and Jack Sullivan. It’s a stark reminder
that justice for the Voiceless begins
with us, with you. I want to hear your
thoughts in the comments. What do you
think happened to these kids? Is Travis
Decker still hiding in the wilderness,
or is there another twist we’re missing?
If you’re in Washington or Nova Scotia,
please check those trail cams, those
remote corners of the forest and report
anything, anything to the authorities.
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