THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)
The waiting room, which had once been a bruised sort of sanctuary where worry was shared, now felt like an interrogation cell. Detective Miller — efficient, flat, and unyielding — had taken over a small, sterile consultation room down the hall.
Two uniformed officers stayed outside, a constant, blunt reminder of how serious this was. The air inside was charged with unsaid accusations: the family’s private grief had been pulled into the open and was now under the cold, watching eye of the law.
Miller started with Kane, Rhea’s grandson. “Mr. Callahan,” she said, calm and measured, “you were the one who asked us to come. Walk me through what happened.”
Kane, still stunned, sat ramrod straight. “My grandmother, Rhea Callahan, collapsed. They brought her he
