I did not ask her permission to make the call.

I let her see that I understood why she was afraid and that I was still going to get help.

I dialed the emergency number, standing where I could watch both girls.

The dispatcher asked for the address first.

I gave mine, then the house next door.

“Two three-year-old girls are in my kitchen,” I said.

“I found them hiding in my empty bin.

They are afraid of a man named Derek.