It was just after midnight in a quiet suburban neighborhood in Tallahassee, Florida. The streets were unusually still, humid air hanging heavy, punctuated only by the distant hum of cicadas. Streetlights flickered along the curving asphalt, casting long shadows across neatly trimmed lawns. Inside one of the houses, however, the night had taken a terrifying turn. A trembling, almost inaudible voice broke the silence. “911… what’s your emergency?” the dispatcher asked, her tone calm but alert. Through stifled sobs, a little girl replied, her voice…
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