As soon as the front door closed, the “sick” girl jumped out of bed, put the thermometer — which she had secretly warmed on the radiator — back in its place, and turned on her favorite shows. The day promised to be perfect: a test at school, silence and freedom at home.

But exactly at noon, a sound echoed through the apartment — like someone opening the front door. The girl immediately hit pause, her heart dropping. It definitely wasn’t her mother — she always called first and never came home this early.

To understand what was happening, the girl carefully peeked into the hallway. Standing in the doorway was her father’s sister — a strict, cold woman the girl had never trusted. But now the aunt looked different: tense, nervous, as if she were hiding something.

The strangest thing — where did she get those keys? No one had ever given her a copy.

The aunt glanced around, checked the rooms as if afraid of catching someone inside. Once she was sure the apartment was empty, she took the mother’s coat from the hook and quickly, almost harshly, stuffed something into the inner pocket. Then she pulled out her phone and said quietly:

— Hello… yes, it’s me. I did everything the way you said. Tonight you can come with the police, yes, yes… I’m leaving now. Understood. Congratulations to us. That fool will never figure anything out.

The girl froze. The aunt was talking about her mother. And she was clearly planning something terrible.

The woman left as silently as she had entered. The door closed. The hallway fell still.

The girl rushed to the coat, slipped her trembling fingers into the pocket, and pulled out something that left her completely shocked 😨😱 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

Inside the pocket was a small package. Tiny, tightly sealed, with something suspicious inside. She had no idea what it was, but she was certain of one thing: this was what the police were supposed to “find” and “congratulate” them for that evening.

The aunt and her biological father — from whom her mother was divorced — wanted to frame them? They had planted a package containing illegal substances in her mother’s coat, and when the police arrived and found it, her mother would lose custody, and the girl would be taken away. Even worse, her mother could end up in prison.

There was no time to think. The girl grabbed the package, put on her shoes, ran out of the apartment, and a few minutes later was already throwing it into a trash container far from home, two blocks away.

That evening, the police really did arrive. The girl stood beside her mother, trying not to tremble as the officers thoroughly searched the entire apartment. They found nothing.

When the police finally left, the girl told everything: about the aunt, the phone call, the package, and what she had overheard.

Her mother stayed silent for a long time, sitting at the edge of the couch. Then she hugged her daughter tightly, as if afraid to let go. And the next day, it was the mother herself who filed a report — against the aunt and the ex-husband.