even control—”
Crack! He hit her again. She
stumbled back but this time didn’t
fall. She scrambled, grabbed me,
and grabbed Andrew.
“Let’s go. We’re leaving.”
We ran out of the house and up
the road. It was the dead of night,
cold outside. I was wearing nothing
but a T-shirt and sweatpants. We
walked to the Eden Park police
station, over a kilometer away. My
mom marched us in, and there were
two cops on duty at the front desk.
“I’m here to lay a charge,” she
said.
“What are you here to lay a