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“How long will that take?”
“They said a couple of days.”
I wrap my arms around her as we both break out in sobs. Sobs for the leader of our family, who’s sitting behind bars.
“Mom, what have I done?”
“Hey.” She pushes me back to look me in the eyes. “Don’t talk like that. We’ll figure this out.”
“But it’s all my fault. I knew I shouldn’t be seeing Dalton.” I break out in more sobs.
“Sweetie.” She pulls me back into a hug just as her phone rings.
We both jump, and she hurries to grab it from her purse.
When she doesn’t recognize the number, she answers in a rush, putting the call on speakerphone. “Randy?”
“No, Tracy. This is Alex Diaz. I have some news about Randy. Can you meet me at my office?”
“Really? How did you know?” Mom asks, confused.
“I’ll fill you in on everything when you get here. I’ll see you soon.”
He hangs up, and we both look at each other, not having a clue what’s going on.
“I’m going with you!” I state, and she holds up her hands.
“No. I want you and Thomas to stay here. The last thing you need is to see your father behind bars.”
“But you’re going to Mr. Diaz’s office. Let me come.”
She places her hand on my face. “Please. Just let me be the adult here and you be the kid. I know you’re just as worried as I am, but I really don’t want you or Thomas to be any part of this.”
I nod. “Okay. You’ll keep me posted as soon as you know anything, right?”
She hugs me again. “I promise.” She lets go of meand grabs her keys from her purse. “I’ll talk to Thomas as I leave. He’s still standing watch at the gate.”
I tilt my head to the side. “Is that really necessary?”
She sympathizes with me. “He just wants to protect us. Protect you.”
“Dalton isn’t who we need protection from.”
“I know. Just let him do what he feels he needs to do as the current man of the house, okay?”
I nod, wrapping my arms around myself as I watch her walk back down the stairs and back to her car, having no clue how I’m going to survive sitting here by myself with so much guilt and worry that I feel like I’m going to be sick.
How did the best night of my life turn into this absolute nightmare?
Dalton
Sitting in the holding cell for the past eight hours has given me a lot of time to think. I asked where Mr. Spencer was being held and was told since he was already processed, they moved him to the county jail. I hate to say that’s a good thing, but it’s better than us being the only two people in this holding cell. I guess I never really thought about how the criminal justice works in this small town.
I definitely never thought I’d be sitting here—ever.
A deputy sheriff walks to the sliding gate that locksme in here and sticks his key in the door. “Dalton, you’ve been bailed out.”
I stand, confused. “By who?”
