“My father.”
Courtney immediately stepped forward.
“That isn’t what happened.”
Officer Ramirez stood.
“Ma’am, please stay where you are.”
Courtney stopped.
I swallowed.
“My father grabbed me by the hair and dragged me out of my own house. My water broke afterward.”
The younger officer approached Charles.
Charles raised his hands.
“This is just a family disagreement.”
Officer Ramirez remained calm.
“She says you assaulted her.”
“She’s grieving. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
“I know exactly what happened.”
My voice was weak, but it was clear.
Charles stared at me.
For years, that expression had been enough to make me doubt myself.
This time, I didn’t look away.
Officer Ramirez asked, “Are there security cameras?”
