The patrol car tore through the wet streets, sirens slicing through the rain. Lily sat in the backseat, hugging her knees, eyes fixed on nothing. Carter glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw something no child should ever carry — the weight of responsibility.
She hadn’t come to the station to be brave.
She’d come because she had no other choice.
A House Full of Fear
The Anderson house sat at the end of Birch Street, its porch light flickering like it might give up at any moment. The front door was ajar. Even from outside, raised voices spilled into the night.
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