The Lawn Worker Heard Crying in My Basement and I Knew Something Was Wrong

didn’t answer. She looked at the floor and sobbed while Officer Torres stepped forward with handcuffs and read her rights in a calm, steady voice.

I climbed into the ambulance with Felicia and held her hand as the doors closed. As we pulled away from the house, she squeezed my fingers and looked up at me.

“You found me,” she whispered.

“I did.”

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