Beneath the white blankets, she looked impossibly young.
No, baby, I said. They ruined a crime scene. There’s a difference.
Her mouth shook.
Then she cried.
Quietly.
Chloe never made much noise while breaking.
I carefully sat on the edge of the bed and held her around the tubes.
The following months were not simple.
Stories like ours do not end because one door opens and justice arrives cleanly.
There were witness statements, court hearings, medical visits, insurance documents, photographs sealed into evidence, a protective order, and divorce proceedings.Chloe’s
