Press charges

  BEN

  It’s 8 am and not a word has been mentioned about going to the police station. I know the way, I can drive up there myself but my hands and legs no longer seem to function anymore. 

  Gracie shifts closer to me and wraps her arms around me. We are hiding out in my room because the awkwardness at breakfast was worse than last night’s dinner. 

  They haven’t fought again but they are most likely not on speaking terms. I’ve tried to put myself in Josef’s shoes, as a father, what would I do? I understand his need to protect his daughter but she’s evil. Yet I can’t bring myself to be mad at him. It’s like the way I’m overprotective of Asher. If he’s in the wrong, I can’t confidently say I’ll give him up.  

  “What are you thinking about?” Gracie asks. She tries to smoothen the lines on my forehead and I wrap my hands around her tiny wrists. Her lips curl in a smile. “I’m here for you. You know that, right?”