We finally got to see him. He was groggy but awake. He cried and I hugged him as best I could. I got my first look at the cast. It enveloped his whole body it seemed, covering his lower half in a sea of bright blue plaster. And then they came; four officers. They had warned us the police would interview us as well as CPS because of my son’s age and the type of break. Fine. They took me in a room and asked me the same questions over and over and I repeated my story again and again until she was satisfied. She met with the other officers who had interviewed my husband (in front of my son while he cried no less), and they decided that out stories checked out. No charges would be pressed and they dropped the investigation. They let me go.
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