“That depends,” he said softly. “What happened?”
She burst into tears, words tumbling out between sobs.
“I hi:t my brother on the leg… really hard. Now he has a bru:ise. And he’s going to di:e. I didn’t mean to. Please don’t put me in jail…”
For a brief second, the officer froze—then his expression softened. He gently pulled her into a hug.
“Oh no, sweetheart,” he said reassuringly. “Your brother will be just fine. Nobody di:es from a bruise.”
She looked up at him, eyes wide and wet.
“Really?”
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