Chapter 6 - The Confrontation
We reached the edge of the property, but the way was blocked. Marcus’s mother stood by the fence, shouting at the arriving police cars, pointing at me as if I were the intruder. I knelt on the wet grass, pulling Emily into my arms, shielding her from the flashing lights. My military uniform—the one I had put on the moment I realized what kind of monsters I was dealing with—gleamed in the police headlights. I held my daughter tightly, whispering, "It's okay, I have you." Marcus stood nearby, still nursing his ribs, shouting lies. But he didn't account for the fact that I had recorded the entire interaction in the basement.
