Two Seven-Year-Old Sisters Walked Into a Police Station Alone. What Nora Hid in Her Shoe Saved Violet’s Life
Calls went to voicemail.
Sometimes the girls were allowed to send short video greetings; Caroline noticed that Richard was always just beyond the edge of the screen.
At nine that evening Caroline’s phone rang while she was returning books to a shelf.
The caller identified herself as a hospital social worker and confirmed Caroline’s identity before explaining that the girls were safe at St.
Catherine’s but needed a family contact.
Caroline listened, one hand pressed against her mouth.