It was only then that I realized—my baby’s legs had been broken again! God, they were at unnatural angles. And her tongue… They cut my baby’s tongue!
Tyson clutched her in his arms, crying as he carried her out.
When she saw me, Niah trembled. The next second, she dipped a finger into the blood smeared on the floor of the van and shakily wrote something.
[Mommy! She tried to kill me!]
I felt like my eyes were going to split open. “Niah! Why are you lying? Why would you accuse me of something like this?!”
Tears streamed down her face as she clung to me, frantically lowering her head in what looked like an apology over and over again, slamming her forehead into the floor.
She hit her head fifteen times before her small body suddenly went limp. Soon, she passed out.
Tyson lunged toward me in a fury, but the officers stepped in, holding him back.
In the chaos, I felt something crumpled in my hand. I looked down.
It was a small wad of paper—stained with blood.
My daughter slipped it to me!
With trembling fingers, I opened it.
A single word was scrawled in blood.
[Cellphone]
My heart pounded. I grabbed my phone, my hands shaking as I unlocked it.