Now an officer was calling me about an incident involving him.
I imagined everything that could have gone wrong.
I hurried to the nurses’ station.
“Denise, I have a family emergency. I need to leave.”
My supervisor immediately stood.
“Go, Rachel. I’ll take care of your patients.”
I drove home with one thought repeating in my mind.
Please let my boys be alright.
But when I pulled into the driveway, I saw something I hadn’t expected.
Officer Benny was standing outside my house.
In his arms was my three-year-old son, Andrew, fast asleep.
His little red rain boots were on the wrong feet.
One hand still held a half-eaten cracker.
I rushed toward them.
“Officer! Where’s Logan?”
Benny looked at me seriously.
“Rachel, your older son did something extraordinary this morning.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
He shifted Andrew gently in his arms.
“Come inside. There’s something you need to hear.”
