Zayn’s POV
“Zayn!” Her voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned, meeting her worried eyes. “Are you okay?” she asked, panic threading her tone.
“I… I’m fine,” I stammered, forcing a faint smile that felt brittle on my face.
“Are you sure?” she pressed. I nodded and smiled again. “Let’s go then,” she added, and I followed behind her.
I still couldn’t believe the police were here. I didn’t want to be dragged into something I hadn’t done. My heart pounded against my ribs; sweat prickled along my spine. What if they suspected me?
“What’s going on, Dad?” Alina asked as we reached them.
“Alina, your aunty and cousin’s accident wasn’t an accident — it was a conspiracy. Their deaths were planned,” he said. The words hit like ice. My eyes widened; my chest tightened until it felt like it
