A small girl ran into the p0lice station crying uncontrollably….

“Police!” Carter shouted. “Ryan, drop the knife. Now.”

Ryan turned slowly, eyes bloodshot. “She’s trying to leave me,” he said, voice slurred. “She’s taking my daughter.”

Behind him, Sarah Anderson whimpered. Blood trickled from a cut near her eyebrow.

“Ryan,” Carter said, stepping closer, lowering his weapon but not his guard. “Your daughter is outside. She’s scared. This isn’t what you want her to remember.”

For a moment, time seemed to stop.