Hailey
It turns out the only thing on the other side of that door is a traumatized little girl. I scoop her up in my arms, and she buries her face in my chest. I smooth her hair and hold her close. "It"s okay," I say. "Everything is okay."
"He"s in the bed," Reese says. The sound of her voice is muffled against my chest. She sounds so tiny, so weak.
The only thing I can think in that moment is that she shouldn"t be in my arms. She should be home, tucked into her bed, safe. Something bad has happened, and I worry that something is at least partially my fault.
"Everything is going to be okay," I whisper as the cops file into our home.
Tyler nods at me. "She says her dad is in the bed, and he"s bleeding."
"The master bedroom is upstairs," I say. "First door on the right."
"I see," the
