BRAYDON’S POV
“And why did you break into a female dorm room?” Officer John asks Bryan. He’s got both of us in his cramped office, his eyes scanning us like he’s trying to catch every twitch.
My palms sting, and my knuckles are wrapped in a gauze already spotting red. I don’t know why he keeps sneaking glances at me, like I’m also guilty.
“I need a lawyer before saying anything,” Bryan mutters beside me.
“Boy, you’ve been watching too many movies,” Officer John says with a flat and tired tone. “You broke into a dorm room, destroyed property, and when confronted, you attacked him.” He points at me. “A lawyer will only be useful if you’re hoping for a reduced sentence if the victim presses charges, or if the university decides to step in.”
Bryan says nothing.
“Let’s start simple,” John
