My in-laws sent my daughter a teddy bear for her birthday—when she pointed to its eye, I realized something was terribly wrong, and three days later, the police were at their door

list could approach Sofía. We reviewed medical authorizations, emergency contacts, neighborhood cameras, toys, lamps, picture frames, and smoke detectors.

I hated having to check every object.

I hated looking at a stuffed animal and wondering if it was hiding something.

I hated that Sofía would ask:

“Did you check it?”

“Can someone see me through it?”

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