“I spent twenty years in the army after that. Combat medic. Kept saving other people’s kids because I couldn’t save mine. Then Kyle hit fifteen and started acting a certain way. I put the tracker on because I wanted to be wrong. I prayed every night I was wrong.”
Two nurses were already running out with a gurney when we pulled up. Frank lifted Emma from my lap like she weighed nothing and set her on the gurney.
I grabbed his arm. “Come inside.”
“Can’t. Police need to talk to me first. I’ll be here when she wakes up.”
Emma was in the ER for three hours. Karen went with her. I sat in a plastic chair and watched the sun come up.
Frank was outside the whole time. Talking to two state troopers. His head bowed. Once he wiped his face with the back of his hand.
At 6:20 he came inside and sat next to me.
“They arrested all three,” he said. “Kyle tried to run. They caught him at his mother’s house. Rachel called me forty minutes ago. Told me I was dead to her.”
Somewhere down the hall a baby was crying.
“Frank,” I said.
