CLAY'S POV
Even after my interruption, the officers proceeded to give Anyta safety advice. Droning on and on about new locks, alarms, lights.
And even bored as I was, I stood beside her, holding her as we both listened.
Then finally, they gave her assurances that they’d follow up if they found anything. Standard procedure. Empty words, if you asked me.
There was a higher chance that they wouldn't find anything on whoever broke in, especially since he was gloved and had taken the one thing that could've incriminated him.
When they finally left, the house felt too quiet.
Anyta stood there for a second, staring at the door after it closed, like she was bracing for something else to come through it.
I stepped closer and pulled her into another hug, slower this time, and more deliberate
