I just stared at the back of the cop’s head. “You know my kids, don’t you.”
He didn’t say anything right away.
Then, super quietly, “Yes, ma’am.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “Are they in some kind of trouble?”
“No.”
“Then why am I sitting in the back of a squad car?”
He let out a breath like he was terrified of saying the wrong thing. “Just hang tight.”
The cop pulled into a parking lot. It was a rec center I knew well. The exact one where I used to sit on those terrible bleachers to cheer my kids on.
There were cars parked out front. Cars I instantly recognized. Mason’s SUV. Brooke’s little sedan. Carter’s pickup.
My mouth went totally dry. “What is all this?”
The cop parked the car and walked around to open my door. He held out his hand. I ignored it and got out by myself, my legs wobbling. He led me toward the front doors. Looking through the glass, I saw people moving around.
I stopped dead in my tracks. “If this is some sort of sick prank.”
“It’s really not,” he replied.
