“Mom…” Emma clung to my neck tightly.
Then I saw them. Black pickup trucks without license plates sped forward from both sides of the street. Patrols behind, with red and blue turrets illuminating everything as if it were daytime. The neighbors came out of their houses, in their pajamas, pointing, without understanding anything.
My cell phone vibrated again. Daniel.
“Are you out yet?” He asked, with an urgency that made my blood run cold.
“Yes,” I whispered. What’s going on?
“Get in the car. Lock. Stay away from the house. Don’t stop for anything, do you hear me?
I ran.
I settled Emma into her child seat, struggling with the belt because her hands wouldn’t obey me. When I started, I looked in the rear-view mirror.
The police surrounded my sister’s house. Armed officers got out of the patrol cars shouting orders, pointing towards the entrance.
Then I saw something that made my blood run cold.
