I Packed My Son’s Lunch Every Morning – It Led the Police Straight to My Door

And he didn’t need to.

I turned toward the kitchen to finish getting ready for my shift, and that’s when I heard the knock at the door.

It wasn’t loud, but it was too early and too unfamiliar.

When I opened it, two police officers were standing on the porch.

“Ma’am, are you Andrew’s mother?” one of them asked, his voice level but unreadable.

“Yes,” I said quickly, the word catching in my throat. “Why?

What happened? My son just left home less than 10 minutes ago.”

His partner glanced at something in his hand before looking up again.

The drive was short, but I couldn’t stop shaking. They hadn’t cuffed me.

They hadn’t explained much at all. They just said that it was about Andrew and that he was safe.

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