Finding Her Way

I was crying against a bench at a park. I had just witnessed my father killing my mom. The gun shots were still ringing in my ears just two hours of her death. Suddenly, I hear sirens. I look up from my knees as cops came over to me.
"Mary Wolf?" A female officer spoke.
I nod my head, "Is he in jail?" I asked, my five year old voice cracking.
"Yes, he's in jail." She tells me.
I nod, "Come on Mary, I should get you to an orphanage, unless you have any other relatives."
I shake my head, "My mom and dad were the only family members I have." I whispered.