Chapter 2: The Notebook With Two Years of Dates
My dad carried me inside, wrapped me in his coat, and held me so tight I could feel his heart pounding.
Karen stood in the living room with her arms crossed.
"It was five minutes," she said.
"He's being dramatic."
One of the officers stepped forward.
"Ma'am, the child is seven years old.
The temperature outside is below freezing."
Karen's eyes moved to me.
Then to my dad.
Then to the phone in my hand.
"Where did you get that?" she said quietly.
My dad looked down at the phone.
His face went still.
"That's…
that's Sarah's phone."
Grandma spoke from the doorway, her voice steady and low.
"I gave it to him.
His mother asked me to.
She said he might need it one day."
Karen's expression shifted.
Something behind her eyes changed — not guilt.
Something closer to fear.
"You've been letting him carry that around?" she said.
"Behind my back?"
"Behind your back?" my dad said slowly.
"He's my son, Karen."
The second officer had been writing in his notepad.
He looked up.
"Sir, we're going to need to ask a few more questions.
Separately."
Karen's face went pale.
And that's when Grandma reached into her bag and placed something on the table.
A small notebook.
With dates written on the cover going back two years.
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What was inside that notebook — and how long had Grandma been keeping it?
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What Karen did next will leave you speechless.
