“Has the child mentioned any specific incidents?”
“Not to me, but…”
The hesitation was involuntary, a testament to the uncertainty that clouded every aspect of the case.
“But we’ve had concerns for a while.”
The caseworker leaned forward, their gaze intent.
“Any documentation, any details you can provide, could help us build a case.”
I fumbled for words, the memories of brief, unsettling moments flashing through my mind.
Tiny pieces of a puzzle that refused to fit together.
Each fragment felt like a betrayal of the family I had come to care about.
But the child’s voice, her whispered plea for help, echoed louder than any doubt.
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