The police officer unfolded a piece of paper and raised it to my face. “We have a search warrant.”
I tried my best to maintain composure, so I could think of a way to buy time and get out of this, but my brain would not cooperate.
All I could feel was panic, blind panic at my son being discovered.
Why did I not plan ahead for this?
I glanced back immediately, my father! Could he help?
But I did not see him in the car, he was not there in the backseat where I left him.
I turned back to the gate. I might have got it all wrong in this near darkness.
He had to be there.
He could not have gone past these gates without me or these police officers seeing him.
“What child, whose child? None of this makes sense,” I finally stared the police officer in the eye.
“One of your maids had
