Kennedy POV
The inside of the police station still smelled like burnt coffee, bleach, and stress. The officers kept saying it wasn’t my fault, but I couldn’t stop replaying it over and over—his scream, the blood, the rage in Dominic’s eyes. I hadn’t even realized I was crying again until Kyle showed up, gently pulling me into his arms and telling me it was time to go.
“I want to wait until he’s out,” I whispered stubbornly, holding my ground.
But my dad stepped forward, his tone soft but final. “Kennedy, we’ll stay. You need to go home, sweetheart. Get some rest.”
Helen nodded beside him, touching my shoulder gently. “We’ll handle it, okay?”
I didn’t want to go. Leaving Dominic here felt like abandonment. He needed to see I was still here, that I believed in him. But Kyle’s hand slipp
