The room froze when she spoke. A toddler, barely two, stood in the middle of a police station begging to confess a crime, clutching a stuffed rabbit like a lifeline. Everyone expected mischief, something small, something safe. But when the truth finally cracked her tiny voice, the confession wasn’t about candy or toys—it was about bloo… Continues…
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