Alex’s POV
The detectives finally left my hospital room two hours after I accused my father of kidnapping Maya.
Two hours of questions, doubt, and subtle warnings the kind that sounded polite but carried a threat underneath.
Detective Ramirez had been the last to speak. “We’ll investigate your claims, Mr. Stone,” he’d said carefully, “but you should know accusing your own father of a serious crime will have consequences.”
“I know,” I’d said.
“Professional consequences. Legal consequences. Family consequences.”
“I know,” I’d repeated. “But it’s the truth.”
They left me with that, closing the door behind them. The silence that followed was heavy like the air itself was pressing down on me.
I looked at the sheet of paper sitting on my bedside table the statement my father had wanted m
