“Ma’am?”
“Yes?”
“We received a call about a possible child-related issue at this address. I just need to check that everyone is safe.”
My stomach tightened.
“What kind of issue?”
Before he could answer, Tyler appeared behind me.
“I called!”
I turned very slowly.
My son marched toward us holding an old cell phone.
It was a phone I kept charged for one specific reason.
