Sophie sat on the edge of her bed when we entered, still holding the stuffed rabbit she had slept with since kindergarten.
The officer crouched several feet away.
She spoke gently.
She never rushed Sophie.
Sophie explained everything.
The juice.
The scissors.
Vanessa seeing her.
Her wrist.
Her father coming home.
And the threat.
“If I kept lying, Daddy said he would send me away.”
The officer looked at me.
Her expression changed.
She photographed the red mark around Sophie’s wrist and asked several more questions.
Then she told Sophie
