The girl saw it.
That much was clear.
“Please,” she said again, softer this time, though the desperation didn’t fade. “Just look at him…”
One of the officers stepped closer to the cruiser, reaching up as if to pull her down. She shifted her weight, stepping back slightly, her balance wavering for just a second before she steadied herself again.
“No,” she said, shaking her head harder now. “You’re hurting him!”
That didn’t make sense to anyone watching. From where we stood, no one was hurting him. He wasn’t being shoved or struck or even handled roughly. If anything, the officers seemed cautious, measured.
But she wasn’t watching what we were watching.
She was seeing something else.
And then, almost like her urgency had pulled it into the open, Caleb’s body jerked.
Once.
