—Good evening, officers.
Her voice sounded calm.
Too calm.
“I’m Thomas Miller,” he added.
Daniel spoke directly.
—We received a 911 call from this address.
The man frowned.
—It must be a mistake.
Then Daniel said:
—A girl called.
For a very brief moment, Thomas’s face changed.
Just one second.
But Maria noticed.
“My daughter is asleep,” Thomas said quickly.
Then…
A small sound was heard from the stairs.
A sob.
The three of them turned their heads.
A girl of about eight years old was there.
Pink pajamas.
An old stuffed rabbit in his arms.
Her eyes were swollen from crying so much.
“Dad…” she whispered.
Maria saw something else.
The girl’s hands were trembling.
And he avoided looking at his father.
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