Mark’s car pulled in right behind them. He got out quickly, his face pale and tight with fear, and made a beeline straight for Kayla and Tommy. “Are you okay?” he asked, voice low but trembling. He placed a shaking hand on Tommy’s back. “Both of you?”
Kayla nodded, unable to form words. The officers didn’t waste time. They rushed past them, heading straight for the front door as Mark used his house key to let them inside. Kayla watched them disappear into the hallway, guns drawn, calling out commands as they moved deeper into the house. Mark stayed outside with her, running a hand through his hair, breath uneven.