They tackled him before he could make it to the threshold, pinning him down on the porch. Gabby stood frozen, barely breathing, her pulse roaring in her ears. One officer jogged toward her, checking for injuries. “Are you hurt?” he asked. She just shook her head. She couldn’t speak.
Moments later, Gabby sat at the edge of an open ambulance parked at the curb. A paramedic wiped the scrape on her elbow, but her gaze stayed fixed on the yard. Josh, now in cuffs, was shoved into the back of a police cruiser. Juniper lay beside her, still sleeping soundly.