“Mrs. Miller. Who is watching your other five children right now?”

Lydia’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. The color vanished from her skin, leaving her looking like a wax statue.

“Who is watching the infants, Mrs. Miller?” Davis repeated, unhooking the radio from her shoulder.

“They’re… they’re sleeping,” Lydia stammered, stepping backward. “They’re fine. I locked the doors. It’s only been an hour. I just needed to come get the babysitter.”

“You locked five children, including infants, inside a house with no supervision?” Davis demanded, already keying her radio. “Dispatch, I need a priority CPS unit and a patrol car to 442 Elm Street immediately.

Potential child endangerment and abandonment. Minor children locked inside a residence unattended.”