Andrew’s POV…
I’m racing through the scene. It’s not even 8:10 in the damn morning. There has to be twenty police cars and an ambulance. I get stopped by a cop.
“Sir you can’t go in there. Stay with me.”
“No. That’s my girl they’re looking for. I’m the one who called it in.” I’m shaking.
He radios. He’s listening. I can’t make out the words.
“What’s your name?”
“Andrew Miller”
“Follow me. I need to warn you it’s severe.”
We get to the apartment as they are carrying Emma out. She’s wrapped in a sheet and there’s blood seeping through. She’s sobbing.
I grab her from the cop. She clings to me like I’m giving her life.
“I’ll take her wherever she needs to go.”
The officer points to the ambulance. I see the investigator stepping toward me.
“Thanks man. Thank you. Look I’m not
