Chapter 3 - The Cold Handcuffs
Two state troopers slammed their patrol car doors shut, marching up the front steps with heavy tactical boots.
"Ethan Vance?" Deputy Miller asked as he stepped into the vaulted foyer, his hand resting casually near his sidearm holster.
"In the kitchen, Deputy," Ethan responded loudly, keeping Veronica pinned against the marble counter.
Veronica attempted to pull away, raising her voice into a sharp, pathetic squeak as the officers entered the brightly lit room.
"Officer! Help me! My husband has gone insane and is holding me against my will!" she shrieked, squeezing out forced tears.
Ethan silently handed his phone to Deputy Miller, playing the crystal-clear video of Veronica striking Lily across the face.
Deputy Miller’s jaw tightened in disgust as he watched the footage, immediately pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt.
"Veronica Vance, you are under arrest for felony child abuse and domestic battery," Deputy Miller commanded sternly.
"You can't do this to me! Do you know who my lawyer is?!" Veronica screamed as her arms were forced behind her back with a loud metallic click.
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Ethan didn't look at her once as she was dragged out toward the waiting cruiser, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his trembling daughter.
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