Kendra’s voice sharpened through the phone. “Then why are you making such a scene?”

My eyes drifted toward one of Brenda’s shopping bags. A receipt stuck out from the top. The total, printed in bold, was more than six hundred dollars.

She had happily spent hundreds on Kendra’s sons while my little girl sat terrified inside a security office.

I ignored my sister. Instead, I turned to Mr. Ellis. “I’d like copies of everything.”

“Certainly.”

“The incident report, the announcement log, and the security timeline.”