Chapter 2

Max Clark stood in his kitchen while his twin children, Alison and Paulson sat in high chairs. Clark attempted to feed them baby food.

"Here comes the airplane!" Clark said in a silly voice.

Clark took a baby spoon in each hand and held them to each of the baby's mouth. Neither of the babies ate the food.

"Come on," Clark said. "It's good for you."

The babies sat there motionless.

"I'm not getting you the formula," Clark said.

Shayna walked into the kitchen.

"Still no luck?" Shayna asked her husband.

"It's so frustrating," Clark said. "They're four months old. They're supposed to be eating baby food and be off of formula."

"Maybe we could try regular milk," Shayna said.

"No," Clark said. "The baby book…"

"That you got at a garage sale for 50 cents…" Shayna added.

"It clearly states that at four months, babies should be taken off of formula and given baby food," Clark said.

"Maxwell," Shayna said. "Things aren't always by-the-book."

Clark looked at the clock.

"I'm going to be late for work," Clark said.

Shayna took the baby food and kissed her husband on the lips.

"Have a great day and be safe," Shayna said.

LONG BEACH SPECIAL VICTIMS UNIT

Clark sat at his desk while Kendrick spoke with him.

"I immediately took her to get a rape kit," Kendrick said.

"That was the right thing to do," Clark said. "I'll need to speak with her and your parents."

"My parents are in London," Kendrick said. "They will not answer my phone calls."

"So your sister's been staying alone?" Clark asked.

"No," Kendrick replied. "She attends the Long Beach Private School For Girls. It's a boarding school."

LONG BEACH PRIVATE SCHOOL FOR GIRLS

Kyra angrily hit Kendrick in the shoulder as they sat down on her bed in her dorm while Clark sat in a chair.

"Adam!" Kyra shouted. "I told you I didn't want to go to the police!"

"Kyra," Kendrick said. "You were raped."

"It's my decision if I want to report it or not!" Kyra shouted.

"You are 17-years-old," Kendrick said. "Mom and Dad left me in charge of you. You're a minor and it's my decision to report it."

"Now people are going to look at me weird!" Kyra shouted.

"Kyra," Clark said. "You need to stop yelling at your brother and tell me what happened."

"Fine," Kyra said. "Last night, my roommate, Kylie, and I snuck out after hours to go see a movie. Some guy tripped and spilled his soda on me. So I go into the restroom to try to get it out of my shirt and the same guy who spilled the soda on me approaches me. He told me how sorry he was and I told him to get out of the girl's bathroom."

Kyra began to cry.

"He then stuck his hand down my shirt and grabbed my left breast," Kyra cried. "I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. He held onto me as he shut and locked the door. Then he threw me onto the floor, ripped my clothes, and raped me."