The symmetry of it was almost unbearable to watch.
He lunged for Delphine’s arm — not thinking, just reaching for someone to hurt — and the security officers crossed the distance in an instant and stepped between them.
And in the small chaos of it, the baby lurched in Delphine’s shaking hands, and I did the only thing there was to do.
I reached in and lifted him free, and held him against my shoulder, this innocent one-year-old who had no part in any of it, and felt his small heart going fast against mine.
“Don’t punish him for what you did,” I said to the both of them, to all of it.
“He’s innocent.” He was the only one in that corridor who was.
Chapter 15 — The Handcuffs
Two detectives came into the hallway behind the officers, unhurried, holding the quiet authority that doesn’t need to raise its voice.
Weston stared at their badges.
“Larissa — what have you done?”