The midday sun cast long shadows across Maple Street as Officer José López stepped out of his patrol car. His heart weighed heavily with concern after hearing the dispatcher’s summary of the phone call. As he approached the modest one-story house, he noticed the chipped paint and overgrown lawn, signs of a family struggling to keep up.
He knocked gently on the door, listening carefully for any movement inside. A moment later, the door creaked open to reveal a small, frail figure. Liliana stood there, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and relief. Her oversized T-shirt hung loosely, emphasizing her swollen belly.
“Hi, Liliana,” José said softly, kneeling to her level. “I’m here to make sure you’re okay.”
