Officer Martinez nodded, her face softening with understanding. “It’s always tough dealing with these kinds of things. I’m sorry for your loss.”

Daniel offered a small, grateful smile. “Thank you. We didn’t mean to worry anyone, least of all Oliver.”

Oliver’s eyes darted between his parents and the officers, the tension in his small frame slowly unwinding. “So, you’re not mad?”

Officer Martinez crouched down to his level, offering a reassuring smile. “You did the right thing, Oliver. If you’re ever scared, it’s okay to ask for help.”

Sarah nodded, cupping her son’s cheek. “We’re not mad, Oliver. We’re proud of you for being brave and wanting to keep us safe.”