As I watched Heather’s reaction, a chill crept down my spine. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding ours. The officers asked her to sit down, but she remained standing, her arms crossed defensively.
“Can someone explain to me what’s happening?” she demanded, her voice a mix of anger and fear.
The CPS investigator stepped forward. “Ma’am, we found some concerning bruises on your daughter, Emery. We need to understand how this happened and ensure her safety.”
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