He took out his phone.
He dialed a number.
« I’m going to call someone who knows how to handle child abuse cases. »
Janet’s face changed.
« David… »
« Too late. »
An hour later, two patrol cars were outside the house.
A social worker also arrived.
Emily was wrapped in a blanket on the sofa.
Eating hot soup with trembling hands.
The woman took notes while observing the girl’s condition.
Then she looked at Janet.
« Ma’am, is it true that the child was sleeping in the barn? »
Janet tried to smile.
« It’s a misunderstanding. »
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