A call for help
Stunned, I called the police, who arrived quickly and detained Jake for questioning. He cooperated fully, hands raised and calm under their scrutiny. The officers led him aside, firing off rapid questions while I clung to the doorframe, struggling to process the flood of new truths. The kids cautiously peeked from around the corner, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. “Mom, what’s happening?” Timmy whispered, his voice barely steady.
A Call For Help
Kids’ devastation
The kids, stunned and heartbroken, struggled to grasp the truth. “What do you mean he’s my real dad?” Timmy’s face crumpled in anguish. Lucy clung tightly to me, tears pouring down her cheeks. “But Daddy’s gone,” she sobbed, her voice trembling. My heart ached for their pain, the heavy confusion pressing deep inside me. “We’ll get through this,” I vowed, though inside, doubt gnawed at my resolve. It was a promise I hoped with all my heart to keep.
Kids’ Devastation
