“I didn’t want him arrested. I didn’t want to scare anyone. I thought I could buy time to figure things out.” One officer stepped forward. “Ma’am, was he violent? Armed?” “No,” Sabrina said instantly. “Just lost. He never meant to frighten anyone.” Mark ran a hand across his face, anger fading into hurt and reluctant understanding.
“Let him go for now,” he said quietly. “We need to deal with this as a family.” The officers exchanged a glance, then loosened their hold completely. Dylan’s eyes flicked up, glassy with shame. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t want to ruin anything.”