Chapter 3 - Someone Broke Into Our Apartment That Night—But They Didn't Know I Had Hidden the Real Evidence Somewhere No Adult Would LookWe returned home after sunset.
Mom locked the door.
Then checked it again.
“You're scared,” I said.
She forced a smile.
“No.”
“You are.”
She sat beside me.
“I just don't like what these people are capable of.”
I understood.
At midnight, I woke to a sound.
Glass breaking.
I froze.
Someone was inside.
I quietly slipped from bed.
Mom was asleep.
I grabbed my backpack.
Then I heard footsteps.
The intruder entered the kitchen.
Drawers opened.
Cabinet doors slammed.
I knew exactly what they wanted.
The evidence.
I had expected this.
Because three days earlier, I had realized the school knew about my folder.
So I had made a second copy.
But I hadn't kept it at home.
I had hidden it inside my classroom at school.
The intruder searched our apartment for twenty minutes.
Then left.
Mom woke shortly afterward.
The police came.
Nothing valuable had been stolen.
Except one thing.
The cardboard folder was gone.
I smiled.
Mom stared at me.
“What?”
“I knew they'd take it.”
“You knew?”
“I made another one.”
Her mouth fell open.
“Where?”
I pointed toward my old stuffed rabbit.
“Inside him.”
She stared.
“You hid legal evidence in a stuffed rabbit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because grown-ups search drawers.”
I opened the rabbit.
A small memory card fell into my hand.
Mom stared at it.
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“What is on that?”
“Everything.”
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