Chapter 50

ANDREW'S P. O. V.

The fluorescent lights of the police station cast a harsh glow on the worn-out faces of Kyle, Patrick, and me as we sat across from a policeman, he was a tall bulky man. Patrick, still shaken and pale, sat very still next to me, clutching a cup of water.

"Good day, boys. My name is Detective Ramirez Diego. Tell me your story. So, who wants to go first? When I raised my hand, the man nodded.

"Alright, Andrew," Detective Ramirez began, clicking his pen, "Tell us everything from the start."

On our way here, I had asked Kyle to let me do the talking, but when the time came, it felt like my heart was going to burst out of my mouth. God, if nervousness was a person, it would have been me.

I took a deep breath and glanced at Kyle for support. Kyle nodded subtly, his eyes red from the emotional strain.

"You've got this. I'm here my love."

I heard Kyle in my head and suddenly I felt a surge of determination rise in my stomach.