“I know,” Layla said, shoulder slumping.
That’s when the knock came.
***
Two officers stood on the porch.
“Ma’am, we need to speak to a Ms Layla,” one of them said.
Layla’s eyes darted around the room, panic blooming. My father stepped forward, shoulders squared, voice shaking but sure.
“I called them,” he said. “Someone had to.”
Layla looked gutted, staring at our father in disbelief.
“Dad, please —”
He cut her off.
Two officers stood on the porch.
“There’s no hiding from this anymore, Layla.”
My sister closed her eyes, took a breath, and nodded. “I’m right here.”
Bill moved toward me, and I put my arm around him. “It’s okay,” I murmured.
One officer turned to Bill, gentler now. “We’re reopening your case, son. We’ll need your statement.”
Bill nodded, glancing at Layla, then at me.
Layla’s gaze caught mine, full of pleading. “Megan —”
I shook my head. “You’ll tell the truth. That’s all that’s left.”
“We’re reopening your case, son.”
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