“Oh my God,” Katie gasped and covered her mouth with the backside of her hand. “It can’t be.”
“Is it him,” Alexis asked gently when the officers lead the suspect through the doors and into the interrogation room.
“N…No. No it’s…it’s…it’s my father.” Katie’s face paled and she hurried across the room and grasped a nearby trashcan.
“Your father,” Alexis asked in disbelief. She stared through the mirrored glass when the officer told the man to take a seat. Alexis turned, rushing to Katie’s side and holding her hair as she continued to gag.
“It can’t be,” Katie sobbed. “He can’t be.” She blinked, nearly losing her balance when she tried to stand.
Alexis grasped Katie’s hand, “Come sit down.” She led Katie to a nearby chair and dabbed at her mouth with a tissue.
“I can’t believe it,” Kati
