I’ve been a cop for over a decade, and this call still haunts me. The girl opened the door in a stained nightgown, barefoot, holding a cracked tablet. “Mommy’s sleeping,” she whispered. The house smelled like rot; dishes piled high, diapers overflowing. But when we opened the bedroom door and saw what was on the bed… we lost it. We pulled back the bedsheets and what we found underneath made the youngest officer run outside and throw up.