As the seconds ticked by, Aunt Christel’s distress became palpable. She paced anxiously around the living room, her exclamations of “Oh no,” “Oh no,” and “Oh gosh no” filling the air. Her face twisted with disbelief, and she muttered, “This can’t be true.” Five agonizing minutes passed before she finally ended the call. Jason was on the edge of his seat, his curiosity gnawing at him, but before he could utter a word, Aunt Christel, her thoughts still in disarray, muttered in confusion, “They have brought Susan in for questioning.”
Jason couldn’t contain the grin that stretched across his face. A rush of euphoria surged through him. Finally, he thought, finally they listened to him. The weight that had been pressing down on his shoulders for so long began to lift, replaced by a sense of hope and vindication. But he didn’t know that this was just the start of more to come.