“Then why am I in a police car?”
He exhaled like he was trying not to say the wrong thing. “Just hold on.”
Through the glass, I saw movement.
The police officer turned into a parking lot. A community center I recognized. The one where I used to sit on hard bleachers to support my kids. We always had the best time. The sight brought back so many happy memories, but they couldn’t drown out my anxiety.
Cars were parked out front. Cars I knew. Mark’s SUV. Sarah’s sedan. Jason’s truck.
My mouth went dry. “What is this?”
The officer parked and came around to open my door. He offered a hand. I ignored it and climbed out on my own, legs shaky. He guided me toward the entrance.
Through the glass, I saw movement.
Caleb went pale.
I stopped. “If this is some kind of joke.”
“It’s not.”
