The minutes dragged, each one feeling like an eternity. She paced the parking lot, glancing back at the window every few seconds. Finally, flashing lights painted the night in red and blue. Angela’s relief was palpable as officers approached the room, knocking firmly on the door.

Angela watched from a distance as Daniel opened the door, his charming façade once more in place. But the officers were firm, stepping inside to talk. Angela held her breath, praying the girl would find her voice and tell them everything. Moments later, the door opened again, and the girl emerged with one of the officers, clutching her backpack.