It started as an ordinary afternoon at the police station — paperwork stacked high, phones ringing, officers moving in and out with quiet urgency.Then a young family walked through the doors.
A mother. A father. And between them, a tiny girl no older than two or three.
Her cheeks were red from crying. Her little hands were clenched tightly into fists. Whatever had brought them there, it clearly weighed heavily on her small shoulders.
