Daniel’s heart pounded as he stepped out into the cold air. Every second felt like it was working against him. The officers had shown up with their questions, and Dr. Monroe’s silence was a deafening signal that something wasn’t right. He couldn’t stay here, trapped in a waiting room full of uncertainty and suspicion.
His mind raced—the bloodstained backpack, the strange puppy, the forest. There were too many unanswered questions, and he had no clear explanation for any of it. If the police found the evidence, what would he say? He couldn’t just sit back and wait for them to decide his fate.