a call for help
In shock, I called the police and they immediately detained the man for questioning. Jake cooperated, hands raised and eyes steady.
The officers took him aside and began asking a flurry of questions. I stood there, clutching the doorframe for support, barely able to comprehend the whirlwind of revelations.
The kids peeked around the corner, confusion and fear evident in their eyes. “Mom, what’s happening?” Timmy whispered, his voice trembling.