Chapter 83

Megra

The fluorescent lights above flicker as I pace back and forth across the cold, tiled floor of the police station. My heart races, and my mind spins, tangled in knots of confusion and fear. Nathaniel has been arrested. The words echo in my head, but they don’t make any sense. I haven’t been able to speak to him, and nobody has given me any information on what’s happening. All I know is that he’s being held in connection with Archer’s shooting, but I don’t understand how. How could this be happening? How could they suspect Nathaniel?

The waiting area is sterile, almost lifeless—the kind of place where time seems to drag endlessly. I glance at the clock on the wall; it’s been hours, but it feels like days. The uncertainty bites at me. I haven’t even told Nathaniel that Conor is out of prison. Conor. His name brings a shiver down my spine. Everything has felt suspicious since I heard the news. Could Conor be involved in all of this? My mind races with possibilities, but none of them