The officer told Lauren to remain near the SUV.
Lauren started crying immediately.
Not loud.
Not theatrical.
Small, fast sobs, like she was trying to swallow them before they counted.
“I didn’t know Chloe would come in,” she said.
he first officer leaned close enough that I could see the dust on his sleeve and the caution in his eyes.
“Ma’am,” he whispered, “you may not believe the reason…”
Then his partner reached for the garage door handle.
The hum behind it suddenly changed.
The garage door lifted six inches before the officer snapped his hand up and told everyone to stop moving.
The sound from inside grew sharper.
Not an engine.
Not a fan.
Something electrical, fighting itself in a closed space.
The officer crouched and shined his flashlight through the gap.
The beam caught the edge of Daniel’s front tire, a stack of cardboard storage bins, and something pale fluttering against the inside of the garage door.
