I scream as two of the officers manhandle me through the door and out onto the porch. “Stop! You can't do this!” “Mrs. Garrett, please -” “Stop!” “Get her to the car,” one of the other officers says. “She's getting hysterical.” “No!” Lashing out, I slam my elbow into the first officer's face and slip free, before two others grab me and pull me back. I reach out toward Father, who's sitting calmly and quietly at the kitchen table as if he's just going to let this happen. “Tell them!” I scream. “Tell them we didn't do anything wrong!” “Where's your daughter?” one of the officers asks Father for the hundredth time since they all arrived a few minutes ago. “Mr. Garrett, where's Annie?” Father doesn't reply. He simply stares at me with a hint of dread in his eyes. “You have to leave!”
