Dr. Patel guided Caleb into a quiet exam room, where a nurse gently cleaned the cut on his chin. He winced, but didn’t cry. His eyes stayed on the door his sister had been taken through.
“Can I see her?”
“Soon,” Dr. Patel promised. “She’s in good hands.”
He nodded, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
Detective Mark Reyes from Child Protective Services arrived within thirty minutes. He entered quietly, took a knee in front of Caleb, and spoke gently.
“I heard you were really brave tonight.”
Caleb just shrugged.
“Do you know your last name?” Reyes asked.
“Benson. Caleb Benson.”
“And your baby sister?”
“Eliana. But I call her Ellie.”
Reyes scribbled something into his notebook. “Caleb, did anyone else see what happened tonight?”
“No. Just me.”
“And are you hurt anywhere else?”
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