« Go upstairs with Grandma. »
« No, » I said. « You’re coming with us. »
The officer near the window shook his head.
« She needs to stay here. »
« She’s my daughter. »
« And that baby may be evidence. »
Emily flinched at the word.
Evidence.
The newborn made a soft sound against her chest.
Emily lowered her face and kissed the top of the baby’s head.