Child Found Locked in Attic Closet While Parents on Vacation_PART3
I stood in my kitchen holding the phone, feeling a grim satisfaction rise through the anger. They were coming home. They were going to face what they’d done. I called Charlotte immediately. “They know,” I said. “Dennis called. They’re flying back.” “Expected,” Charlotte replied. I could hear papers shuffling. “They’ll lawyer up and try for emergency custody. We’ll be ready.” Over the next few days, Sophie lived like a frightened shadow. She followed me room to room, staying close enough to touch my elbow at all times. At night she woke up screaming, disoriented, eyes wild. “It’s okay,” I would whisper, sitting on the edge of the bed. “You’re safe. You’re not there anymore.” She would cling to me like she couldn’t believe words were real. I took her shopping for clothes because the hospital bag wasn’t a wardrobe. In the store she stared at racks of children’s clothes like she’d never been allowed to choose anything. “Pick what you like,” I said gently. She reached for a pink dress with butterflies, then pulled her hand back like she’d been burned. “Trisha says pink is tacky,” she whispered. My jaw tightened. “Trisha’s not here,” I said. “Do you like it?” A tiny nod. “Then it’s yours,” I said. We filled the cart: pajamas with cartoons, shoes that actually fit, socks with little animals on them. At checkout, the total was nearly five hundred dollars. I handed over my card without flinching. Sophie stared at the bags in disbelief. “Is this… all for me?” she asked. “All for you,” I said. Four days after Dennis’s call, there was pounding on my apartment door that rattled the frame. Sophie froze on the couch, a crayon clutched in her fist. “It’s okay,” I told her, keeping my voice calm. “Stay here.” I opened the door with the chain still on. …
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