Victoria, Raven's mother, locked eyes filled with dread with her husband, James Bradford. Her breath hitched, as if something sharp had lodged between her ribs.
“What’s wrong with Noah?” her voice cracked, barely more than a whisper.
James drew in a long, labored breath. His eyes flicked toward the window, then back to her. The muscles in his jaw tightened.
“The police are at the house,” he said quietly. “Ellen’s parents called for his arrest. He’s fighting them off.”
Victoria staggered. “What?!” she gasped, the word tearing from her throat. Her hands flew to her mouth. For a moment, she just stood there, trembling. Then she turned sharply and rushed to Raven’s bedside. She kissed her daughter quickly on the forehead, whispered something none of us could hear, and spun toward the door.
