Kael’s POV:
I still couldn’t believe it. My son—my little boy was accused of killing someone? No, it wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be.
The woman who had lost her son was thrashing against the officers, pointing at me with venom. Her voice cracked as she demanded my child be dragged out and handed to her.
“Ma’am, please,” the officer said firmly, holding her back by the arms. “I understand your pain, but you should allow us to take it from here. The investigation is ongoing, and the boy is in custody. I need you to calm down.”
She resisted, cursing, screaming through tears, but eventually the officer managed to guide her away, his tone steady but commanding. He turned to me next, his eyes heavy with the kind of pity I didn’t want.
“Mr. Kael,” he said, “you’ll need to follow us to the st
