“Officer, there has to be a mistake. Anthony would never kidnap my mother,” Anna said, stepping toward him until they were nearly chest-to-chest.
The officer didn’t flinch. He held up a crisp sheet of paper, the official seal catchings the light. “We have a warrant, ma’am.”
“Who filed this?” Anna’s voice sharpened, her hands balling into fists at her sides.
“Miss Jones,” he replied.
Anna’s jaw dropped. She felt the air leave her lungs. Why would her mother go this far? She turned to Anthony, expecting to see fear, but he stood perfectly still, his face a mask of calm.
“Anthony, my mother… I—”
“It’s okay, Anna.” He reached out, his lips curving into a gentle smile. “Everything will be alright. I’ll go with them now.”
The calmness in his voice only made the tears sting her eyes more.
