At 6 p.m., and the usual controlled chaos of the day is finally wound down.

Most of your daylight hours are filled with the sounds of giggling kids and, yes, the

occasional whining and tantrums.

You've been a licensed childcare provider for the past 15 years, and you run a daycare

center out of your house.

You wave goodbye to the last toddler to get picked up by his dad from your doorway, then

you head back inside.

Your two middle schoolers are sitting at the kitchen table doing their homework, so you

take advantage of the brief moment of quiet to start getting dinner ready.

But the quiet doesn't last more than a few minutes.

There's a knock on the door.

You're sure it's one of the kids' parents picking up a missing toy.

But your heart sinks to your stomach when you see that it's the police.

You quickly open the door, worried that something might have happened to your husband, who

hasn't gotten home from work yet.

Hi, there's everything okay, you ask?

They ask you your name and they say, ma'am, do you run a daycare out of this house?

Yes, I do.

What seems to be the problem?

You'll need to come with us.

What do you mean?

I can't right now.

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