The next morning, as usual, police officers came to take my statement. When they saw my condition, their brows furrowed. Not a single part of me was uninjured. Everything below my waist had been severed. The fact that I was alive was a miracle.
“Ma’am, based on your account—those were the same men who kidnapped your daughter before? Then this was revenge?”
I glanced at Daniel and said firmly,
“Yes. Please, you must catch them.”
Daniel jumped in righteously,
“Officers, I have something to say. How could those men know where my wife was hospitalized? How could they track her down? Is Newark really this dark and dangerous? How are ordinary citizens supposed to live safely?”
I shot him a look. He spoke as if he weren’t the mastermind behind it all, but a devoted husband fighting for his wife.
The performance made me sick.
“Officers, please catch those bad men. My mom is too pitiful. Now she needs tubes even to use the bathroom—what will we do?” Lily cried, and the officers, guilty for failing to protect me, gave Daniel a sympathetic nod before leaving.