All the windows were closed, but the back door was slightly open.
There were no cars in the yard.
Only an old child’s bicycle lay near the steps.
“Be careful,” Mike warned. “There may be someone inside.”
The rescuers approached the entrance.
The small key Emma had given them fit the lock perfectly.
When they opened the door, they were met with a heartbreaking sight.
Empty baby bottles were scattered across the kitchen floor.
A few dried pieces of bread lay on the table.
And a small note was attached to the refrigerator.
Written in uneven childish handwriting were the words:
“Mommy, I’ll take care of my brothers. Just please wake up.”
One of the rescuers turned away to hide his tears.
But Mike was already heading toward the bedroom.
Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside.
Everyone stopped.
“Is anyone in there?” the officer called out.
There was no answer.
