Mason looked heartbroken. “Mom, we were just trying to keep the whole thing a surprise. Dean told us he was taking care of picking you up.”
I felt my heart start racing all over again.
I spun back to the cop, my voice getting loud again.
“Where is Dean?” I demanded.
“He isn’t here quite yet.”
Carter looked confused. “He promised he’d be here by seven. He was supposed to go get you.”
Brooke snapped her head over to Mason. “He’s running late.”
Mason checked his screen, clenching his jaw. “He’s not picking up.”
I turned back to the cop, raising my voice even more. “You handed me a letter from my boy. You brought me all the way here. So where is he?”
The cop opened his mouth, then just shut it.
I balled my hands into tight fists. “Where is my son?”
Headlights flashed across the front windows. Another police car pulled right into the lot. The whole room got so quiet it felt like my ears were popping.
The car parked. A door swung open. Footsteps. And then Dean walked right in. Wearing a full police uniform. With a real badge pinned to his chest.
Carter practically yelled, “No freaking way.”
