In a tearful vow that’s touched hearts across Canada, the grandmother of the missing Nova Scotia children refuses to stay silent. As hope fades and questions mount, her courage stands as a haunting reminder: when justice is slow, a mother’s love — and a grandmother’s voice — never di-es…

The screen crackles with raw emotion as Belynda Gray, the 62-year-old paternal grandmother of missing siblings Lilly and Jack Sullivan, wipes away tears that refuse to stop flowing. Her voice, hoarse from months of silent screams, cracks like thunder in a quiet storm: “They think I’ll give up — but I never will!”

It’s a moment that has exploded across social media, racking up millions of views in hours. In this exclusive, heart-wrenching interview, Gray doesn’t just speak — she roars for justice. For Lilly, the spirited 6-year-old with a gap-toothed smile that mirrored her grandma’s own. For Jack, the solemn 4-year-old (who’d have turned 5 last month) whose serious gaze could melt steel. For two innocent lives vanished into the misty woods of Lansdowne Station on May 2, 2025 — and for a family shattered beyond repair.

The Day the World Stopped

Dawn broke like any other in this remote speck of Nova Scotia paradise. Lilly and Jack, playing in the backyard swingset of their mother’s mobile home, were last heard giggling by their step-grandmother, Janie Mackenzie, who lives on the same property. Twenty minutes later: silence. Gone. No screams. No struggle. Just… nothing.

The 911 call came at 9:20 a.m. from their mother, Malehya Brooks-Murray, who’d stepped away briefly. Her boyfriend, Daniel Martell, bolted outside yelling their names. Hopes of a simple “wander-off” ignited a frenzy: helicopters thumping overhead, drones buzzing like angry hornets, hundreds of volunteers hacking through post-Fiona-thickened forests. Cadaver dogs. Divers in nearby lakes. Ground-penetrating radar. Pink ribbons marked every inch — but Lilly and Jack? Vanished like ghosts.

Six months later, the official search scaled back. RCMP whispers of “targeted operations.” A $150,000 reward gathers dust. Online sleuths spin wild theories: abduction? Cover-up? Human trafficking? But amid the chaos, one voice rises above the din — Belynda Gray’s.

A Grandmother’s Unbreakable Bond

Gray hasn’t laid eyes on her grandbabies in two agonizing years. Cody Sullivan, their father and her son, walked away from a toxic breakup with Malehya three years ago, losing custody in a bitter court battle. “He was done,” Gray recalls softly in the interview, her hands trembling. “But I never was.”

She paints vivid portraits: Lilly, her “little dream girl,” aping Grandma’s every move with brown curls bouncing. Jack, the thoughtful crawler-turned-toddler, studying the world with wise-beyond-years eyes. “They’re me,” she sobs. “A part of my soul. You don’t leave this world without them.”

When news hit, Gray raced to Pictou County. She plunged into the brook-laced woods herself, screaming “Jackie Boy!” until her voice gave out. “Those trees… you can’t even crawl through. No way my babies went far.” Days turned to weeks. Police grilled Cody — three times. Cleared him. Searched Gray’s home. Nothing.

But doubt festers. “When Malehya left the area,” Gray’s eyes narrow, “I knew. They didn’t wander. Someone took them.”

Fury at the System: “Hold Them Accountable!”

Gray’s interview isn’t a pity party — it’s a battle cry. She slams the RCMP: no Amber Alert (despite “vulnerable children” criteria screaming for it). Blacked-out documents fueling “crazy stories.” Silence breeding rumors.

“I hold them all accountable!” she thunders, fists clenched. “Share more! Debunk the lies! The public wants to help — give us something!” Redactions in media files? “Overly cautious bull!” Tips dry up without transparency, she argues. “They complain about rumors? Fix it!”

Her phone? A lifeline to phantom hope. “Every ping… I pray it’s them.” But her heart? “It tells me they’re gone.” Still, surrender? Never.

Next month: her independent search. Volunteers. Experts. “I’ll dig every hole myself if I must.”

A Nation Weeps — And Rallies

Canada’s heart breaks. #BringLillyAndJackHome trends nationwide. Strangers flood Gray’s inbox: prayers, leads, love. “You’re us’s grandkids now,” one writes.

The mother’s plea echoes faintly — police-muzzled, she begs silently through old photos. Martell, polygraph-passed, mourns a “mysterious” void ripping his life apart. But Gray? She’s the firebrand. “Justice is slow,” she whispers, steel returning. “But a grandmother’s love? Eternal.”

The Haunting Questions Lingering

Why no Amber Alert? RCMP: “Criteria not met.” Gray: “Vulnerable kids — automatic!”
Endless searches, zero clues? Boot prints. Lilly’s pink blanket scrap. That’s it.
Family fractures: Estranged dad. New boyfriend. Coincidence?
Where are they? Woods? Sold? Buried secrets?

Gray ends with a gut-punch: “To whoever knows… bring my babies home. I’ll fight till my last breath. They think I’ll give up? Watch me.”

As credits roll, viewers sob. Share. Demand answers. In Nova Scotia’s shadows, one woman’s vow lights a beacon: Truth will out. Love never dies.

Lilly and Jack Sullivan: Last seen May 2, 2025. Ages 6 and 4. Anyone with info: 1-800-222-TIPS. Don’t let them fade.