“I have a couple of minutes,” he said gently. “How can I help?”
The father looked relieved. “Thank you. Sweetheart, this is the police officer. You can tell him now.”
The little girl studied the uniform closely, sniffling.
“Are you really a policeman?” she asked through tears.
“Yes,” he smiled kindly. “See my uniform? That’s how you know.”
She nodded, took a shaky breath, and whispered,
“I… I committed a cri:me.”
The officer kept his voice calm. “Alright. You can tell me. I’m listening.”
Her lip trembled. “Will you put me in jail?”
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