Two Cops Showed Up the Morning After He Ran Off

my dead mother’s sweatshirt, with fear sitting right there in her throat, almost split me in half.

“No,” I said. My voice came out rough. “No, honey. You’re not going anywhere.”

Dugan asked, “Has anyone here threatened you, Dana?”

She shook her head.

“Has your aunt treated you well?”

Another nod.

Then she looked straight at him and said, “My uncle’s a creep.continue reading …