Fallen Star (part 14)
“What about their mother?” someone asked.
Throughout the crowd, other voices echoed the sentiment.
“Please folks, move along,” the officer instructed.
Jodi watched the tattooed woman leave with the rest of the crowd. She didn’t understand. Why was she leaving? How could she do that? She was the only other one who knew. She tried to follow, but Stacy wouldn’t let her go, and then there was another officer there, leaning in to them, stiffly putting her hands on their shoulders.
“Girls come with me—” she began.
Jodi didn’t hear the rest. She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her hands over her ears.