Mercer lowered the order.
“Step aside, sir.”
Julian did not move.
One deputy placed a hand near his belt.
Slowly, Julian backed away.
The officers entered.
Renee followed me upstairs. The nurse examined Mother while I explained what I had found. When Mother saw the uniforms, she began crying so hard that she could barely speak.
Renee sat beside her.
“You’re safe now, Mrs. Vance.”
Mother looked toward the hallway.
“Are they gone?”
“They’re downstairs.”
“They’ll come back.”
“Not tonight.”
The nurse’s expression grew increasingly grim as she examined the bruises.
“These marks are in different stages of healing,” she said. “Some are at least two weeks old. The wrist injuries are consistent with restraint.”
Mother covered her face.
Renee gently lowered her hands.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
From downstairs, Chloe’s voice rose.
“You’re making a terrible mistake!”
A deputy answered sharply, ordering her to remain calm.
