Brandon Before I could insist on answers, the thrill of the doorbell echoed throughout the house. “Where will you go?” I asked him, somewhat confused. “Don't worry about me,” he said, “just answer the door.”When I opened the front door of the house, I was greeted with two officers—a patrol officer and a detective. “It’s good you’re here,” I said nervously, not feeling so good about lying to the cops, “there was no one when I got here. I was told…” “Cut the act Mr. McClean,” the one in uniform said harshly, making my heart pound. “Where is Leona Gascon?” the detective beside the cop asked. “I told you already,” I said calmly, “I don’t know.” “Mr…” “What business do you have with my daughter anyway?” I asked them. If Salma had truly fled the country, it did not mean that she had abandoned our child. She had left Leona in my care which meant that she trusted me enough to take care of our daughter. “Her family would like to have her back,” the cop in uniform said, “if she is h
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