calmed down.
One officer, a woman named Officer Valdez, crouched beside Sofi and spoke to her in a voice low enough that no one else could hear. The second officer asked me what happened. I gave him the plastic bag without opening it. He looked at it, then at the child, then at Rebeca.
“Identification,” he said.
Rebeca straightened.
“I’m her aunt.”
“Identification.continue reading …
