It was a small, intricately carved wooden box. The tension in the room dissipated instantly as Daniel and Sarah exchanged uncertain glances before looking back at the officers.
“Uh, is everything okay?” Daniel stammered, his brow furrowed in confusion.
The officers, equally bewildered, glanced at each other before one of them, Officer Martinez, stepped forward. “We received a 911 call from this address. Your son was concerned.”
