“But it’s not at all what you’re expecting.”
I didn’t know whether to feel relieved or more terrified.
He walked toward the front door, still holding Andrew.
I followed, my pulse roaring in my ears.
Inside, Logan was standing in the living room.
His face was pale.
“Mom? What’s going on?!” he asked, his voice laced with confusion.
“That’s what I should be asking you!” I snapped, the fear spilling out as anger.
“Logan, what did you do this time?!”
“I didn’t do anything!” he shot back, frustration flashing in his eyes.
The officer stepped between us, raising a hand.
“Ma’am, please. Just give me one minute. Everything will make sense.”
I crossed my arms, trying to steady myself, but my entire body was trembling.
One minute felt like an eternity.
The officer took a slow breath before speaking.
“About two hours ago, we received a call,” he began. “A report of a toddler wandering alone near Maple Street. Busy intersection.”
My heart stopped.
“That’s… that’s Andrew,” I whispered.
He nodded.
“He was dangerously close to the road. A car had to swerve to avoid hitting him.”
My knees nearly gave out.
I reached for the wall to steady myself.
“How did he—”
