My wife was shocked when she heard what I said. She stammered, her voice shaking. No, that can’t be. Jackson loves Jacob. The boy wouldn’t do that. At this point, I didn’t say anything else to my wife. With one hand, I grabbed Helen’s hand and with the other, I pushed our shopping cart. I quickly found a supermarket employee, gave her our address, asked her to print the receipt, and then had everything delivered to our house.
Then I pulled my wife’s hand, and we ran quickly to the parking lot. 10 minutes after dad’s call, I arrived at my parents house. The moment I turned onto the familiar street, my heart seemed to stop beating when I saw the police car parked right in front of the house. I quickly stopped the car and rushed inside. Helen was also hurrying behind me.
When the front door opened, what I saw made me freeze in place. My 7-year-old son was sitting hunched up on the sofa, still holding the screwdriver in his hand, his small fingers gripping the handle tightly. Tears were streaming down his face, his red eyes looking down at the floor with fear and despair. Standing before him were two police officers with stern faces.
One of the officers was talking to my son, his voice harsh. Come on, tell us the truth. The moment I heard those words, my heart felt like someone was squeezing it. I realized they were taking my son’s statement without Helen or me there as legal guardians. At this point, Aiden was standing in the corner of the room, his face red with rage. He kept yelling.
He attacked my 3-year-old son. He used a screwdriver to attack Jacob. Next to Aiden, Dad was holding Jacob. The three-year-old, with his round eyes, was looking at everything with confusion. And mom was standing next to dad, her eyes looking at my son with deep disappointment, as if Jackson had done something unforgivable.
Looking at what was happening in front of me, I knew the word family inside me had shattered entirely. Everything I used to trust, used to cherish in that moment all collapsed completely. But I didn’t have time to feel pain. My son needed me. After realizing the situation was worse than I thought, I pulled out my phone, turned on the video recording, and handed it to Helen.
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