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Teyonah

Fuck. The police are here. What are we going to do?

I moved down the stairs like a ghost, my legs operating on autopilot while my mind felt wrapped in cotton.

Emotionally exhausted didn't even cover it.

I'd changed into jeans and a simple t-shirt—normal clothes that covered everything, that made me look like a mother instead of. . .whatever I'd been an hour ago. My hands had fumbled with the zipper, the buttons.

Everything felt foreign, like I was operating someone else's body.

Before coming down, I'd cracked open J's door.

Still asleep, thumb near their mouth the way they did when they were really deep under.

Oliver's room next—nightlight casting soft shadows across his face, peaceful and oblivious.

How had they slept through everything?

The yelling.

The confrontation.

My own terrified phone call to 911.

It must have been some blessing I didn't deserve but was desperately grateful for.

The doorbell rang again for the second time, and then was followed by heavy knocking.

"Police! Open up!"

“Coming!” I reached the bottom of the stairs just as Dominic appeared from the hallway, and we nearly collided.

"Careful—" His hands steadied me. “Everything is okay. The gun and bullets are on the floor. Scott is too fucked up to even grab them.”

Dominic was still not wearing a shirt. I hoped to God that wouldn’t be suspicious to the cops.

“O-okay.” I headed to the door.

He stopped me. “Hold on.”

I shivered.

"Listen to me." His voice was low and urgent. "Keep it simple. Your ex-husband violated the court order terms. Came home extremely intoxicated on drugs. Became threatening when you tried to help him. You feared for your safety and your children's safety. That's it. Nothing else."

"But—"

"Nothing else, Teyonah." His eyes held mine. "Remember. Trust me."

The doorbell rang.

The knocking came again, more insistent.

I nodded, even though my throat felt tight.

He squeezed my shoulders once, then stepped back. “I’ll fill in any gaps if you pause. Don’t worry. My legal team is on their way. The firm is close to here.”