His heart raced, not knowing what awaited him inside. As he approached the door, he observed the worn paint and the overgrown lawn, signs of neglect that hinted at larger issues within. He knocked gently, mindful of the frightened child on the other side.
Liliana opened the door cautiously, her eyes wide with fear and discomfort. Her small frame was dwarfed by the oversized t-shirt she wore, and her hands clutched her swollen stomach. Officer López knelt down to her level, offering a reassuring smile.
“Hi Liliana, I’m Officer López. I’m here to help you,” he said in a soothing voice.
