The kind of meal people prepare when “thank you” doesn’t feel like enough.
Emily’s new wheelchair gleamed beside her.
“Please come in,” Jillian said softly.
David looked lost. “What’s going on?”
Officer Daniels stepped aside.
And then I saw it.
A brand-new guitar case leaned against the wall.
David froze.
Nathan rubbed his jaw, looking exhausted.
“Yesterday,” he said, “I found out how bad Emily’s chair had gotten. And how much she had been hiding. Then I learned that a thirteen-year-old boy sold the thing he loved most because he couldn’t stand watching my daughter struggle.”
David’s face flushed. “She needed it.”
Nathan nodded, eyes shining. “I know. That’s why, when I told the squad what happened… they all pitched in.”
Officer Cooper tapped the guitar case. “Every officer on shift contributed, David.”
