“Daddy…”
I found him curled up on the floor.
His arm bent at an angle no arm should ever be.
Tears streaming down his face—
but he was trying not to make a sound.
Because he remembered what he was told.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, dropping to my knees. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
He clung to me.
Shaking.
Then I saw Marcus.
Standing at the end of the hallway.
Breathing heavily.
His knuckles covered in blood.
And on the floor in front of him—
Kyle.
Not moving.
Police rushed in seconds later.
Shouting.
Pulling Marcus back.
Checking the man on the ground.
“Sir—step away!”
“Hands where we can see them!”
Marcus didn’t resist.
Didn’t say a word.
He just looked at me.
Then at Ethan.
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