He did, right there on speaker.
She told me everything—Greer’s threats, the boyfriend’s history, how terrified they both were. How she’d had no one else to turn to.
“We can’t keep them,” I said softly. “We have no right.”
“I know.”
“We’re going to the police.”
That evening we met Astrid at the station. She kept her hoodie pulled low, glancing over her shoulder the whole time. She told the officer everything. They didn’t waste a second. Greer and the twins were moved to a safe place while the investigation started.
Two days later Lochlan got a text.
“They got him,” he told me, voice shaking with relief. “He tried breaking into Astrid’s apartment and walked right into the police.”
I let out a breath I’d been holding since Thursday.
That night, after the kids were asleep and the kitchen was finally quiet, Lochlan sat across from me looking like he’d survived a shipwreck.
I walked over, cupped his tired face in my hands.
“You scared me half to death. I imagined every awful thing possible. But I also know exactly who you are.”
He closed his eyes. Continue reading…
