When hospital security quietly took their places near the consultation room entrance, Dr. Lucas Bennett felt that familiar heaviness settle in his chest — the same feeling he always had when something wasn’t right.

“For suspected child abuse.”

Laura’s face turned pale.

“That’s absurd! I was taking care of my daughter!”

Emma watched the scene with wide eyes.

Lucas approached her.

“Emma.”

The girl looked up.

“Is my mom angry?”

Lucas spoke gently.

“Your mom just needs to talk with some people.”

“But you’re safe here.”

Emma studied him quietly for a moment.

Then she asked the simplest question.

“So… I don’t have to go home?”

Lucas shook his head softly.