Her voice was steady, but I could hear voices in the background.

“The prosecutor has authorized charges against Garrett and Evelyn,” she said.

“Both are in custody.

There will be court proceedings, and their attorneys will be able to contest the allegations.

We’ll keep you informed.”

I stared at the spoon in my hand.

I had spent so many nights imagining this moment that I expected to feel triumphant.

Instead, the first thing I felt was fear.