“Ma’am,” one said. “Are you Megan?”
My mouth went dry. “Yes.”
The second officer glanced past me. “We’re Officers Daniels and Cooper. Is your son here?”
My stomach dropped. “Why? What happened?”
Before they could answer, David stepped into the hallway behind me.
Officer Daniels looked at him, then back at me. “Ma’am, are you aware of what your son did yesterday?”
I grabbed the doorframe. “What’s going on?”
David turned pale. “Mom…”
Officer Daniels raised a hand. “He’s not under arrest.”
That should have reassured me—but it didn’t.
“Then why are you here?” I snapped.
Officer Cooper shifted awkwardly. “Because what your son did… reached people, ma’am. Someone wants to thank him.”
I turned to David. He looked like he might faint.
“Shoes,” I said.
“What?”
“Put on shoes, baby. If this turns into a nightmare, you’re not doing it in socks.”
A minute later, we stepped outside.
A patrol car was parked at the curb.
And beside it stood Nathan—hat in his hands, looking like he hadn’t slept all night.
I instinctively stepped in front of David. “Nathan? If this is about the wheelchair—he used his own property. I know he should’ve told me, but he didn’t steal anything.”
Nathan looked stricken.
“Megan,” he said softly. “That’s not why we’re here.”
