Daniel and Sarah’s eyes widened in realization. Sarah knelt down beside Oliver, who was still clutching the family dog, Max, tightly. “Oh, sweetie, you called the police?”

Oliver nodded, his small face a mask of worry. “I heard you talking, and you sounded upset. I thought you were fighting.”

Sarah pulled Oliver into a hug, brushing his hair back gently. “Oh, honey, we weren’t fighting. We were just talking about something important.”