During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter
Detective Sarah Mitchell sat behind a small wooden desk with a thick blue folder open in front of her.
She was forty-one, with sharp blue eyes and her dark hair pulled back in a tight bun.
“Mrs.
Bennett, I’m Detective Mitchell with the Oakland County Sheriff’s Department,” she said in a clear, no-nonsense voice.
“The pediatric social worker called our office half an hour ago.”
“I figured they would,” I said, sitting down in the chair across from her desk.
“I’ve got the initial report from the ambulance crew that responded,” Detective Mitchell said, turning a handwritten page in the folder.