“What is this?

Who let these people in here?”

The lead detective showed him a badge.

“Beckett Draper?”

“Yes?” His voice had gone tight.

“Step away from your wife.

Keep your hands where we can see them.”

The room went dead silent, nothing in it but the new sound of my daughter breathing against me, and I watched every drop of blood leave my husband’s face as the cuffs closed around his wrists.