An eight-year-old boy arrives at his father’s apartment in visible distress, afraid to sit. after his mother dismisses his condition as misbehavior, the father discovers something alarming and calls emergency services immediately.

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I had met him twice. Each time, he gripped my hand too firmly and held eye contact too long.

“Don’t worry, Ryan,” he once said. “I take care of Ethan like he’s my own.”

Now that memory turned my stomach.

Vanessa pressed a hand to her chest.

“He’s confused,” she insisted. “Marcus wasn’t even there.”

The social worker came out, expression firm.

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