That night she came home exhausted but glowing with excitement.
She hugged me quickly at the door.
“Love you, Dad. I’m going to bed,” she said before heading upstairs.
I was still smiling while cleaning the kitchen when someone knocked on the front door.
It was nearly ten at night.
The moment I opened it and saw two police officers standing under the porch light, my stomach dropped.
The taller officer looked at me seriously.
“Are you Brad? Ainsley’s father?”
“Yes,” I answered immediately. “What happened?”
The officers exchanged a brief glance before one of them asked:
“Sir… do you have any idea what your daughter has been doing?”
My heart nearly stopped.
For one terrifying second, every possible nightmare rushed through my head.
“Is she okay?” I asked quickly.
The officer immediately softened his tone.
“She’s not in trouble, sir. Let me make that clear first. But there’s something






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