My Mother

now you’ll listen.”

I made it to the trash can before I vomited.

Daniel followed, rubbing my back, whispering, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Detective Bell stopped the video.

“No more,” I said, wiping my mouth with a paper towel. “I can’t watch it again.”

“You don’t have to,” he said.

He explained that charges would depend on the prosecutor, but the video was continue reading …