My in-laws sent my 6-year-old daughter a cute brown teddy bear for her birthday. She smiled for a second, then suddenly froze and asked, “Mommy, what is it?

and introduced himself only as “Evan from digital forensics.” Aaron stayed beside him the entire time, not as a detective on the case, he reminded me, but as my brother.

Evan placed the teddy bear on our dining table as though it belonged in an evidence room. Because, apparently, it did.

Lily was at school. Daniel had called out of work and sat beside continue reading …