The man with the body camera said my sister’s name again, slower this time, as if he understood that I needed proof he had not come from Marcus.
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“Your sister sent us,” he said. “We know who you are.”
Marcus stepped between him and the cage, spreading his arms like the basement belonged to him and everyone else was trespassing.
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“My wife is having some kind of episode,” he said. “She’s pregnant, confused, and dangerous to herself.”
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The officer’s gun remained pointed at the floor, but his voice hardened.
“Move away from her.”
Marcus did not move until a second officer came through the broken doorway and pulled him backward, turning him toward the concrete wall and securing his hands.
The confidence Marcus had carried downstairs vanished into frantic explanations about privacy, marriage, and misunderstandings.
I pressed both hands beneath my stomach as another contraction tightened through my back.
