The moment I saw the policemen move forward, relief had washed over me like I’d finally caught a breath after drowning.
I had waited for this moment for hours, had planned it very well and meticulously for that matter, and every cell in my body screamed that finally, like finally, we were going to get him back and bring Aaron to justice.
My mind ran through the plans I had rehearsed a thousand times before I came… the signal, the police entry, the arrest, the triumphant ending. But as the officers crossed the threshold, a chill ran down my spine, and like a dream, the betrayal happened.
The men didn’t move to apprehend Aaron. They moved toward me. Their hands rested on their guns, and there was that same quiet authority they had that made me feel a predator was ready to strike.
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