My Daughter Dropped a Glass—Then I Learned the “Second Bottle” Was Already on Its Way Before It Ever Broke

She told me Detective Marla Reeves was waiting outside.

“She would like to speak with you alone.”

Lucy caught my sleeve.

“Don’t take long.”

“I won’t.”

Detective Reeves was sitting in the family area with a paper cup of coffee on the floor beside her.

She moved a folder onto the table.

Then removed a clear evidence sleeve.