The police station was brighter than the house, but Daniel found no comfort in the fluorescent lights.
He placed the childcare authorization on the desk.
Then the threatening messages.
Then the handwritten list.
The officer on duty examined each item carefully.
"Where did you find this?"
"In my daughter's nursery."
"And this list?"
"My mother received it."
"When?"
"Yesterday."
The officer looked at Ruth.
"Did you report it?"
Ruth shook her head.
"No."
"Why?"
"I was afraid."
The officer nodded slowly.
"Fear is understandable. But if someone is tracking your family, keeping information to yourself makes it harder to protect everyone."
Daniel looked down.
"I understand."
The officer turned to the document.
"Who is listed as the emergency caregiver?"
Daniel answered.
"My sister."
Mara raised her head.
The officer looked at her.
"Did you authorize this?"
"No."
"Did you sign anything?"
"No."
"Do you know why your name appears?"
"No."
The officer photographed the form.
Then he examined the handwritten note.
"Who wrote this?"
Ruth answered.
"I did."
"Why?"
"I thought my granddaughter might need temporary care."
"Because of the threat?"
Ruth nodded.
"Who threatened you?"
"I don't know."
The officer looked at Daniel.
"Has anyone in the family been in conflict with you?"
Daniel hesitated.
"Not that I know of."
The officer raised an eyebrow.
Daniel glanced toward Leah.
She looked away.
"There have been arguments," he admitted.
"About the baby?"
"Yes."
"Between whom?"
"Mostly my mother, my sister, and me."
The officer nodded.
"Tell me exactly what happened today."
Daniel did.
He described the scissors.
The struggle.
Mara's injury.
The document.
He did not soften anything.
When he finished, the officer looked at Mara.
"Did anyone deliberately try to cut the baby's clothing or skin?"
"I don't know."
"What did you see?"
"Scissors near the sock."
"And your sister was holding the baby's ankle?"
"Yes."
Leah spoke quietly.
"I wasn't hurting her."
The officer looked at her.
"Then what were you doing?"
"Checking a mark."
"Did you find one?"
"No."
"Why did you believe there was a mark?"
Leah looked at Ruth.
The officer noticed.
"Who told you?"
"My mother."
The officer turned to Ruth.
"What made you think the baby was injured?"
"I received a message."
"From whom?"
"Unknown."
"Do you still have it?"
"No."
"You deleted it?"
"Yes."
The officer sighed.
"That makes this more difficult."
Daniel leaned forward.
"There was another document."
"What document?"
"A transfer request."
The officer looked up.
"Where is it?"
"My mother destroyed it."
The officer stared at Ruth.
"Why?"
"I thought it was dangerous."
"Was it addressed to the child?"
"Yes."
"Who signed it?"
Ruth hesitated.
"Someone copied my son's signature."
Daniel's face tightened.
The officer wrote something down.
"Did you keep any photograph or copy?"
"No."
"Any memory of where it came from?"
"Someone left it at my door."
"Did you see anyone?"
"No."
The officer leaned back.
"All right. We'll document everything. But until we have evidence identifying whoever is behind these messages, I recommend that you treat the situation seriously without assuming who the threat is."
Daniel nodded.
"We will."
As they left, Mara noticed something on the floor near the entrance.
A small white envelope.
She stopped.
Daniel turned.
"What?"
Mara pointed.
The envelope had his name on it.
No stamp.
No address.
Just Daniel's name.
He picked it up.
The officer saw it too.
"Don't open it here."
Daniel handed it over.
The officer put on gloves.
Inside was a photocopy.
The first page was the childcare authorization.
The second was the transfer request Ruth had destroyed.
The third was something none of them had seen.
A payment receipt.
Daniel stared at the amount.
It was a substantial sum.
The recipient was a childcare service.
The payer's name was hidden beneath a blacked-out line.
But the date was visible.
Three weeks earlier.
The same week Ruth said she began preparing a backup plan.
Mara looked at Ruth.
"Did you pay them?"
Ruth shook her head.
"No."
Leah looked at the receipt.
"I didn't."
Daniel stared at the payment reference.
The final four digits were visible.
He recognized them.
They matched an account belonging to his wife.
His stomach dropped.
"No."
Mara touched his arm.
"What?"
"My wife."
The officer looked at him.
"You're sure?"
"Those are the last four digits of her account."
The room seemed to go quiet.
Daniel called her again.
This time she answered.
"Daniel?"
Her voice sounded normal.
Too normal.
"Where are you?"
"At my sister's."
"Which sister?"
A pause.
Then, "Why?"
"Because I need you to tell me something."
"What?"
"Did you authorize childcare for Nora?"
Silence.
Mara could hear only the faint hum of the station lights.
Then his wife said, "Who told you that?"
Daniel closed his eyes.
The question was enough.
"Answer me."
"I can explain."
"Where are you?"
Another pause.
"Not where I said."
Daniel's heart began pounding.
"Where are you?"
She ended the call.
He called back.
Straight to voicemail.
The officer took the phone number.
"We'll see what we can do."
Daniel stood motionless.
Mara looked at him.
"She knows about the form."
"Yes."
"And she lied about where she was."
"Yes."
"That doesn't mean she arranged everything."
"I know."
But he did not sound convinced.
They returned to the car.
Mara sat with Nora.
Leah entered last.
Before closing the door, she noticed something tucked beneath the windshield wiper.
A small photograph.
She pulled it free.
It showed Daniel's house.
The picture had been taken from across the street.
The gray sedan was visible in the lower corner.
Leah turned it over.
There was handwriting on the back.
"Ask Mara what she found in the baby's room three days ago."
Mara read the words.
Her face changed.
Daniel looked at her.
"What did you find?"
Mara swallowed.
"I didn't tell anyone."
"Tell me now."
She looked toward Nora.
"Three days ago, I found a small envelope underneath her mattress."
Daniel's eyes widened.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought it was empty."
"Was it?"
"No."
"What was inside?"
Mara looked at him.
"A photocopy of my ID."
Daniel stared.
"Why would anyone have that?"
"I don't know."
She reached into her bag.
"I kept it because I thought it was strange."
She handed it to him.
The copy showed her name, photograph, address, and signature.
At the bottom was a handwritten note.
"Emergency placement approved."
Daniel's face went cold.
Mara whispered, "I never approved anything."
Daniel looked toward the police station.
Then at his daughter.
Then at the papers.
Someone had been building a file around Nora.
And Mara's name was being used as part of it.
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