Becoming a Suspect

The detective nodded slowly.

“We’ll need your phone for forensic analysis.”

That was the moment I realized something terrifying.

I wasn’t just there as a witness anymore.

I was a suspect.

They photographed my hands.

Then rolled my fingers in ink for fingerprints.

And as I watched them seal my phone into an evidence bag…

I realized something chilling.

Monsters like Lauren rarely act without a backup plan.

The technician explained they needed to rule me out as an accomplice to the crimes.

The word accomplice made my stomach turn over. Lauren was trying to drag me down with her by making it look like I knew and approved of what she was doing. For the next 3 hours, they asked me question after question about my relationship with Lauren.

When did we first meet? How often did we communicate? What kind of conversations we had? Whether I knew about her methods with my son. They wanted to know every detail about our interactions. They asked if I had ever discussed discipline strategies with her. They asked if I had noticed any changes in my son’s behavior.

They asked why I hadn’t come home sooner if I suspected something was wrong. Every question felt like a trap. Finally, they let me leave, but they kept my phone and told me not to leave town. I walked out of the station feeling like the walls were closing in. I drove straight to the law office of Casey Maple Grove, who my friend had recommended.

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