“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

turn around and place your hands flat against the wall behind your back,” the officer commanded. The metallic, heavy clink of the cuffs being drawn echoed sharply in the tense, silent room.

I opened my mouth to explain, to scream that this was a misunderstanding, to demand they look at the child’s hypothermic state, but a sudden, desperate movement continue reading …