The refrigerator was empty. My wife’s hands were trembling. And upstairs, my daughter was livestreaming her new designer bag, bought with the money meant for food. “Dad won’t do anything,” Mia whispered to her boyfriend.

buy groceries,” she answered quietly.

“You’re confused.”

“No,” Elena replied. “I was hungry.”

The silence that followed felt unbearable.

Brent muttered, “This is just family drama.”

One officer answered coldly, “Theft is not family drama.”

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