Analia Sanchez's POV:
Outside the Londale Arts Center, Dexter's cries were incessant. "It's not fair! It's not fair!"
My heart was in my throat, pounding with a mix of nerves and adrenaline.
Nearby, Bowden paced back and forth, his jawline locked in a tight, rigid line, his eyes rimmed with red.
"Anabella is just too heartless." I sighed, injecting as much sympathy as I could muster. "Dexter is just a child, yet she exposed him in front of all those people. To be honest, we didn't even do anything. Her whole story was a total frame-up!"
Bowden came to a dead stop and turned to stare at me.
"She doesn't give a damn about Dexter. Not even though he's her son."
A spark of joy flared in my chest. "Exactly! This has been so traumatic for the poor boy! And I suspect she did it on purpose
