Safe at Last
“Uncle Marcus?” Ethan’s voice sounded closer now.
“I’ve got you, buddy,” Marcus said gently. “Let me see your arm… okay… we’re going outside.”
In the background Kyle groaned.
“You broke my nose!” he shouted.
“Try explaining to a judge why you attacked a preschooler,” Marcus replied coldly.
By the time I reached the street, police cars were already pulling up.
I slammed my car into park and ran.
Marcus stood outside the house holding Ethan carefully in his arms. My son’s face was wet with tears, and he clutched his swollen arm tightly against his chest.
“Daddy!” he cried when he saw me.
I dropped to my knees and pulled him into my arms.
“It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’m here.”
Behind us, officers were placing Kyle in handcuffs.
