PART 3 OF 13
Separating Fear from Fact
Mavenlus DeskFICTION
Detective Ramirez shut the laptop.
Not dramatically.
Carefully.
Like the screen itself had become evidence.
“Mr. Mercer, I need you not to speculate in front of Emma.”
I looked toward my daughter.
She was sitting on the couch with one of the uniformed officers nearby.
The officer had found a children’s blanket in the hall closet and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Emma’s face looked exhausted.
Too small.
Too serious.