~Devin's POV~
The look on my mothers face when I step past Harry into the meeting room is pure evil. Her eyes are dark, as if she's hardly had any sleep. Her hair is stringy and matted - she hasn't showered in days.
She's destroying herself.
I know exactly what this is about. I knew this was coming, but I was never sure when. It would have been impossible to try and prepare myself for this.
When Ms. Graves called me I knew something was up. My whole world came crashing down. My chest hurt - and still does. It's an aching feeling. It's my heart, body and soul readying itself for loss.
I recognize the cop right away, he was at Harry's dads birthday dinner. I'm scared now. Nervous. Tears are welling at the corners of my eyes.
"How could you?" My voice strains, cracking as I speak.
"How
