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Tears rolled down as the girl whispered, “He told me he wouldn’t hurt me.” Panicked, her mother rushed her to the hospital—where a police dog uncovered the horrifying truth they never expected.

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Nine-year-old Emily Warren sat trembling on the backseat of her mother’s SUV, her small hands clenched around the edges of her jacket. When Linda Warren turned around to check on her daughter, she noticed tears streaming down Emily’s cheeks—silent, shaky, and unlike the usual tears of a frightened child.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” Linda asked, her voice steady but rising with concern.

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