Mrs. Bell’s mouth opened.
Closed.
Opened again.
“That’s not fair.”
Silas stared at the floor.
Aaron stood up so abruptly his chair scraped backward.
“My daughter posted our house online?”
Officer Tatum turned to him.
“Mr. Reed, I understand this is upsetting.”
“No,” he said, voice shaking. “You don’t. I leave for work at five in the morning. Her mother and I are divorced. I thought she was safe. I thought this neighborhood was safe.”
He looked at me.
“Why didn’t you call me yesterday?”
There it was.
The question I deserved.
The question every comment section would split over.
Should I have told him immediately?
Should I have trusted Kinsley’s fear?
Should I have called the school first?
Should I have called the police before walking to her porch?
Should I have done everything differently?
I swallowed.
“Because after the car left, I sat with your daughter. I explained what happened. She was scared. She deleted the video. I intended to report it through the school this morning.”
