“Grandma squeezed my wrist really hard,” Brooklyn whispered, her cheek pressed against his shirt.

“She told me I was ruining Melissa’s day.”

Kevin’s jaw locked so hard the muscles jumped along his cheekbone.

He stayed frozen on his knees for three full seconds before he stood up to face me.

“We’re filing a formal police report,” Kevin said, his voice dropping into a low, steady register.

“I don’t care how many excuses your mother tries to make tomorrow.”

“The officers are already on their way,” I said.