The frozen frame held Kayla’s face in full color, and there was no mistaking it. She was not distracted. She was not frantically searching. She had turned her head, looked directly at Sophie sitting on that blue bench, and then walked through the automatic doors into the parking lot without slowing down. Mr. Bishop advanced the footage frame by frame. Kayla loaded the groceries into her car. She checked her phone. She smiled at something on the screen. Then she pulled out of the lot and drove away, leaving my six-year-old alone.

Officer Delgado leaned closer to the monitor and asked Mr. Bishop to note the exact timestamps. Sophie tugged my sleeve and whispered that she did not want to watch anymore, so I turned her gently away from the screen. But I kept watching, because the next camera angle showed something worse. As Kayla reached her car, she paused, looked back toward the store one final time, and made a small dismissive gesture with her hand before climbing in. That single motion changed everything about what happened next.