The Knock Came Before I Could Dial 911

low I could hardly hear myself.

“There’s a man at my door. I have a child here from CPS. She’s terrified of him. I found a burn mark on her back.”

The operator asked my address.

I gave it.

The man knocked again, harder.

“Emily, open up. Sarah sent me.”

I almost believed him.

That was the worst part.

He knew Sarah’s name. He knew mine. He knew Clara was here.continue reading …