The only one who kept coming was Ethan. On the weekends he was supposed to stay with his father, he would find a way to sneak away for a few hours to visit me. He brought me drawings from school. He told me his problems. He hugged me as if, in my arms, he found the refuge he no longer had in his own house.
And I, like the fool I was, thought that things would eventually get better—that Rob would come to his senses, that time would make him return.
How wrong I was.
The taxi stopped in front of the precinct, a gray two-story building with the lights on. I paid the driver and got out. My legs were shaking, not from fear, but from contained rage.
I entered through the main door. The desk officer, a young man about twenty-five years old, looked up from his desk.
“Good evening. How can I help you?”
“I’m here for Ethan Stone, my grandson. He called me half an hour ago.”
The officer checked a sheet in front of him.
“Ah, yes—the domestic assault case. Are you his grandmother?”
“Elellanena Stone.”
Something changed in his face when he heard my name. He turned slightly pale. He looked at me more closely, as if trying to remember something.
“Stone? Like Commander Stone?”
I took out my expired badge from my pocket and placed it on the desk. The officer took it, looked at it, and his expression changed completely. He stood up immediately.
“My God… Commander, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were family. Allow me.”
“Where is my grandson?” My voice came out firm, without hesitation. The same voice I had used hundreds of times to interrogate, to order, to make people understand that I was not playing games.
“In the waiting room, with his parents and, well… with the complainant. Captain Spencer is in charge of the case.”
“Spencer?” That name made me pause for a second. “Charles Spencer?”
He had been one of my subordinates years ago. A good officer—fair, intelligent.
“Take me to him.”
The officer nodded and led me down a hallway that I knew like the back of my hand. I had walked these same floors hundreds of times during my career. Every corner, every door, every crack in the wall brought back memories of a life I thought I had left behind.
