2) She carried her freezer pop straight up to the cops and gave them a note from her mother.
We froze. The girl stood quietly, licking her popsicle. Ramirez, the rookie officer beside me, whispered, “What do we do?” I knelt and gently asked Lila if she knew why she was here. She shook her head but kept licking the ice pop. As Ramirez called dispatch, I cleaned her sticky hands and sat her…