“Are you Brad? Ainsley’s father?”
My heart was knocking so hard against my ribs I could feel it in my throat.
“My… my daughter? I… I don’t understand…”
“Sir, please relax,” the officer added, reading my face, “she’s not in any trouble. I want to be clear about that upfront. But we felt you needed to know something.”
But that didn’t make my heart slow down.
I let them in.
“But we felt you needed to know something.”
They explained it calmly and in order. For several months, Ainsley had been showing up at a construction site across town, a mixed-use development project running late shifts.
She wasn’t on the payroll. She’d just started appearing: sweeping up, running small tasks for the crew, doing whatever needed doing and staying out of the way when it didn’t.
The site supervisor had initially looked the other way. Ainsley was quiet, reliable, and never caused any trouble. But when she kept avoiding questions about paperwork and wouldn’t show any ID, it started to raise concerns.
He filed a report quietly, just to be safe.
Ainsley had been showing up at a construction site across town.
“Protocol’s protocol,” the officer said. “When the report came in, we looked into it. When we talked to your daughter, she told us why she was doing it.”
I stared at him. “Why was she doing it, Officer?”
He looked at me for a moment. “She told us everything. We just needed to make sure it all checked out.”
Before I could respond, I heard footsteps on the stairs. Ainsley appeared in the hallway, still in her graduation dress, and froze the moment she saw the officers.
