Chapter twenty

Shawn

I must have watched the videos a dozen times and it sickens me to know a mother can run over her own child like that. It wasn't even only her child, but her unborn grandchild. Was it because the "father" was an intersex woman? It shouldn't matter! How can she live with herself after what she did?

And poor Skye, I can't imagine how she must feel. I don't even know how to tell her and she's on her way. I even called in a little help from senior Detectives, Jennifer and Elliott. They've been on the job a lot longer than Melanie and I and I wanted the best for our friend. A soft knock brought my attention to the door.

"You wanted to see me Shawn," Skye says confused.

I motion to Melanie's empty chair and she sits down. Melanie had gone up to lay with the girls while I talk with Skye. Before I could say anything the doorbell rings. "Wait here," I say softly and she nods lightly. I answer the door and two older women in sharp suits flash their badges. "Thank you for coming. My wife ha