INT. POLICE STATION – THE NEXT MORNING
The air inside the precinct was sterile and too bright. The sharp scent of disinfectant stung Nadyia’s nose as she stepped through the glass doors, Ethan snug in his car seat, cradled in her arm. Liam walked just behind her, his hand on the small of her back, steadying her. Noah followed, tense and alert, eyes scanning the room like he didn’t trust anyone.
The desk sergeant glanced up from her computer.
“Can I help you?”
Nadyia cleared her throat. “Yes. I need to file a report. I received a threatening message last night—along with pictures that could only have been taken from the front of my home.”
The officer's face shifted, suddenly more attentive. “What kind of threat?”
She reached into her purse and handed over her phone, already pulled up
