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The Dog Bowl

Bad Girls

Ruth didn't accuse anyone outright. She's smarter than that. She just repeated what Lily had said, light as gossip, and watched Paige's face for the crack.

There wasn't one. Paige laughed, easy and warm. "Oh, that's our silly game. Lily and Biscuit both get treats when they're good, and I joke that the bowl's for bad girls when she won't eat her vegetables. She's very literal, this one." She ruffled Lily's hair. Lily went rigid under her hand and said nothing at all.

Dad, arriving home in the middle of it, sided with the explanation that let him keep his evening peaceful. Ruth caught my eye across the room, and I understood we were done trying the family's front door.

That night I walked six blocks to the public library, logged into a computer that wasn't ours, and filed an anonymous report with the state child-abuse hotline. My hands were shaking so badly I had to start the online form twice.

Two days later, the house phone rang during dinner. I watched Paige's face while she listened, watched every trace of warmth drain out of it and get rebuilt, piece by piece, into something calmer than calm.

"That was Child Protective Services," she told Dad afterward, voice perfectly level. "Someone filed a complaint. Probably a nosy neighbor. They want to do a routine wellness check on Thursday."

That night, through the crack of Lily's door, I watched Paige kneel in front of my little sister and say, softly, patiently, exactly what Lily was and wasn't allowed to say to the nice lady who was coming to visit.

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