She looked relieved.
I stood between her and the officer.
« What do you mean, tracking device? »
The second officer moved toward the front window and closed the curtains.
« Ma’am, step away from the glass. »
My grandchildren, Noah and Lily, were standing in the hallway.
Noah was seven.
Lily was four.
Both of them stared at the baby as though she had appeared from a fairy tale.
Emily turned to them.