The officers held the man tightly, ignoring her. Sabrina turned to them again, voice cracking. “Let him go! He’s not a burglar — he’s my son!” Kayla’s breath left her body. Everything stopped for a beat. Even the officers froze. Mark stared at Sabrina, stunned. “Your son?” he repeated, voice hollow. “Sabrina… what are you talking about?”
Sabrina’s hands trembled as she stepped closer to the intruder, who looked back at her with a mixture of shame and desperation. “I didn’t know how to tell you,” Sabrina whispered. “I’ve been sneaking food to him for weeks. He had nowhere else to go.” Her voice cracked. “He’s my first son, Mark. I had him long before we met. And he came back because he had no one else.”