Rosalie's POV:
The fluorescent lights of the police station were harsh and unforgiving.
As my father and Jerold walked into the lobby one after the other, they immediately spotted Kaden sitting on a bench in the distance.
His elbows rested on his knees, his shoulders slumped. He looked as though he had aged ten years overnight.
My father stopped in his tracks, blinking in surprise. "Professor Henderson? What are you doing here?"
Kaden lifted his head, his eyes shot through with angry red webs.
He offered no greeting, turning his gaze instead to the detective beside him. "Tell them, Captain. Everyone is here."
Roderick stepped forward, a thick manila evidence folder gripped firmly in his hand.
His face was a mask of grim solemnity. "Mr. Morley, Mr. Harper, please follow me."
He le
