The drive back felt like an eternity. My pulse hammering with every passing second. By the time I pulled up in front of the house, red-and-blue lights painted the walls, the night alive with murmurs and the sharp click of radios.
Police.
My stomach twisted as I leapt out of the car, pushing past a couple of officers. My eyes landed on Mia standing by the porch, her shoulders trembling, her face streaked with tears.
I rushed to her, grabbing her arms. “What the hell is going on here?” I demanded, my voice louder than I intended.
She looked at me, eyes swollen, lips quivering. For a moment she couldn’t speak, only choked sobs spilling from her throat. Then finally, like a dam breaking, she whispered, “Kael… our son… he—he killed someone.”
Her words struck me like a blade. My vision blur
