Tiffany repeated the same calm story she had told earlier about my emotional outburst and my decision to run outside alone. When she finished speaking the detective nodded politely.
“Thank you for explaining the situation,” he said while turning toward Diane.
Diane tapped the tablet screen and turned it toward them before pressing play. The video clearly showed Tiffany dragging me by the hair across the porch before throwing me outside and locking the deadbolt.
The entire room became silent.
My father stared at the screen with disbelief and horror while Tiffany suddenly began shouting excuses and accusations. Detective Hargrove stepped forward calmly and placed handcuffs around her wrists.
“You are under arrest for assault and child endangerment,” he said while guiding her toward the door.
She continued screaming while officers escorted her down the hallway. My father slowly dropped to his knees beside the hospital bed while tears ran down his face.
“Oh my god Grace I am so sorry,” he whispered brokenly.
“You knew something was wrong,” I replied quietly while staring at the window. “You just did not want to believe it.”