Claire Johnson had spent ten years answering 911 calls in Springfield, Illinois.
She’d heard panic before.
Fires.
Crashes.
Break-ins.
Domestic fights.
But she had never heard a child sound like that.
Small.
Shaking.
Trying not to cry too loudly.
Claire straightened in her chair.
“Sweetheart, what’s your name?”
For a second, there was only ragged breathing.
Then a tiny whisper.
“Emily.”
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