Child abuse

Previously

…The memory of a case, years ago, where a child’s drawings had been the only clue, the only cry for help, resurfaced. He had a particular way of looking at things, a knack for noticing the small details others overlooked. He continued his walk, but a seed of concern had been planted, a quiet vigilance settling over him. The street, on the surface, appeared peaceful. But Mr. Henderson knew that peace was often a fragile illusion, easily shattered. He continued on his way, the weight of his purpose a constant companion, his eyes always searching for the whispers of a storm that might be hidden from plain view.