The nightmare was over.
My children had saved me.
The police captain walked over to me as I sat in the backseat, still shaking. He looked at me kindly.
“You’ve got some very special kids,” he said gently.
I wiped my face quickly. “They’re just… curious.”
“No,” he said with a smile. “They’re brilliant.”
He gave me a respectful nod, “If they are ever interested in entering the force. We will welcome them with open arms.” He said and walked away.
I turned to the side so Dominic—who was still speaking to an officer down the lot—wouldn’t hear any of this. He hadn’t heard the screen. He hadn’t looked inside the van. He didn’t know.
And I needed to keep it that way.
For now.
My babies had done enough.
They didn’t need him involved.
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Later that night, a calm officer offered to driv
