My five-year-old daughter always bathed with my husband. They would stay in there for more than an hour every night. When I finally asked her what they were doing, she burst into tears and said, “Daddy says I can’t talk about games in the bath.” #4 #85

was a moment.

A quiet one.

But it stretched.

Long.

Heavy.

Then one of them spoke into his radio.

“Requesting additional units.”

My breath caught.

Behind me, Mark’s posture changed.

Completely.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he demanded.

No one answered him.

Because whatever they had found…

It was enough.

Enough to shift everything.

The officer came back out.

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