When she heard what my father had done, she went silent for three seconds.
Then her office voice came out.
“I have the work incident report, the 3:17 PM email, the ambulance note, and the forwarded screenshots,” she said. “Tell me where to send them.”
The younger officer gave her an email address.
Jenna repeated it back like she was reading a payroll audit number.
Within ten minutes, the documents were sent.
Within fifteen, the officers had stepped back onto the porch.
The older one looked uncomfortable in a way I respected.
Not embarrassed for himself.
Embarrassed for what families can become when money gets involved.
“We’ll be contacting your father,” he said.
That was all he could tell me.
After they left, the living room felt too bright and too quiet.
Ethan closed the door.
I stood there for a second, looking at the place where the officers had been.
Then my knees finally gave.
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