“And as for you, Evelyn,” I said softly, “you wanted to see who would come for me.”
I gestured broadly to the six federal marshals, the police officers, and the legal team surrounding us in the terminal.
“Here they are.”
The officers stepped forward, spinning Julian around and pulling his hands behind his back.
The sharp click of steel handcuffs echoed loudly across the carpeted hallway.
“Evelyn Vance,” a female officer said, stepping up to my mother-in-law. “You are being detained as an accessory to felony child abduction and document destruction.”
“No! Get your hands off me!” Evelyn screamed, thrashing frantically as the officer cuffed her wrists behind her back. “Julian! Do something! Call our lawyer!”
Julian couldn’t do anything.
He stood there in handcuffs, surrounded by travelers staring in shock, his face completely hollowed out by fear, shame, and the sudden, crushing realization of what he had done.
