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Secrets and lies—even the most innocent of lives spring from secrets and lies. Jocelyn Rush’s blood froze in her veins when three-year-old Olivia asked, “Mommy, do I have a daddy?”
She worked full-time as a detective for the Philadelphia Police Department,
From the day Jocelyn had taken Olivia in, she’d known there would be questions about Olivia’s parentage. Why hadn’t Jocelyn’s sister, Camille, been able to raise her own daughter?
Inez worked patrol in the Thirty-Fifth District. Her mother, Martina, provided day care for Olivia and Inez’s four-year-old daughter, Raquel, while Jocelyn and Inez worked.
As she turned back to her car, she saw the figure, just a blur in her periphery. Then her Ford Explorer drove off down Chew Avenue with Olivia in the backseat.
Captain Basil Ahearn, who was in charge of both Northwest Detective Division and the four districts it encompassed.
Simon, her mother’s brother, had met Jocelyn’s father in law school. He had introduced Bruce Rush to his little sister, and the two had quickly become engaged. Simon and her father later partnered up, opening what would become one of the best defense firms in the city.
“I kept looking at this tiny, defenseless little newborn, thinking this is how it starts with your kids—you get them when they’re like this so you truly understand the gravity of your job as a parent—to protect them. Every fiber of your being is geared toward protecting them.
Do you know what that’s like? To feel like your soul has been wrenched out of your body and shit on, and have absolutely no tangible sign of it? It fucking sucks. It’s like you’re invisible. It’s like you really died.”
You have to start from where you are. Camille said that’s what a therapist at her new rehab facility had told her. It resonated for both of them.
