TREVOR’S POV
The moment the guards dragged Brianna’s father out of the room, I felt a burning anger rise in my chest. They couldn’t just do this—treat her family like criminals without solid proof. If her father was truly innocent, there had to be a way to fix this, and I wasn’t about to stand by while they carried him off like some common thug.
My fists clenched at my sides as I exchanged a glance with Kevin and Anthony. They didn’t need to say anything. They followed me out of the room.
“We need to follow them,” I said as we walked.
We didn’t waste a second. Pushing through the heavy double doors of the hospital entrance, we followed the sound of the guards’ boots echoing down the corridor. They were a few steps ahead, leading Brianna’s father, whose hands were bound in front of him
