At 2 P.M., I Walked Into My Parents’ Backyard Expecting To Pick Up My 8-

“I checked the cameras,” she said flatly. “We saw you take her.”

I felt my stomach drop.

“You saw the ambulance,” I said slowly. “And you didn’t think to call to ask if she was okay?”

“The doctors were handling it,” my dad replied, his voice dry, as if we were discussing a missed delivery. “Why should we worry?”

Something inside me fractured.

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