Jax's P.O.V.
My mind races. This is worse than I thought. Things are about to get messy.
All our parents being here? That’s a complication I didn’t see coming.
The officer leans forward, his tone shifting to something more insidious. “Here’s the deal, Jax. We already have enough to charge you both. But if you cooperate—tell us what you’re running from, who’s after you—we might be able to work something out.”
I meet his gaze, my voice low but firm. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
He laughs, leaning back in his chair. “Sure, kid. You just happen to be traveling with fake IDs, a bag of cash, and no clear destination. Sounds innocent enough.”
Before I can respond, the door opens, and another officer steps in, whispering something to the man across from me. He nods and stands, gathering t
