PART 6
I thought the story was over.
I was wrong.
Three weeks after Elliot’s seventh birthday, I received a phone call from an unfamiliar number.
“Ms. Davis?”
“Yes.”
“My name is Angela Foster. I’m an investigator with Child Protective Services.”
My stomach immediately tightened.
“What happened?”
“Nothing involving your son. He’s fine.”
I exhaled.
Then she continued.
“We’re reviewing a separate complaint involving your sister.”
The room went quiet.
Apparently, one of Kara’s neighbors had reported concerns.
During the investigation, questions arose about the Disney incident.
Questions led to reports.
Reports led to interviews.
And interviews led to uncomfortable truths.
For years, Kara’s children had been treated very differently from Elliot.
Teachers noticed it.
Relatives noticed it.
Neighbors noticed it.
But nobody had ever connected the dots before.
Now they were.
I wasn’t happy.
I wasn’t celebrating.
Those children deserved better than becoming collateral damage in their mother’s arrogance.
When the call ended, I sat quietly for a long time.
Sometimes consequences arrive slowly.
But they arrive.
