I don’t remember screaming, but Lily later told me I did.
I remember grabbing my phone with shaking hands and dialing 911 while Ethan kept saying, “Please, Claire, just listen.” I remember backing away from him, pulling Lily behind me like a shield.
“Where is Noah?” the dispatcher asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “My husband took him. He won’t tell me where.”
Ethan’s face drained of color when he heard the word police.
“Hang up,” he said sharply. “This is a family matter.”
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