# Kaira's POV

The tension in the room felt suffocating as the two police officers stepped inside. Each step echoed on the floor like gunshots.

One was older, with graying hair and eyes that looked like they’d seen too much. The other was younger, in his thirties, with sharp cheekbones and alert eyes.

The younger officer went straight to Aunt Martha, pulling out a notepad.

"Ma'am, can you explain the situation here?"

But the older officer stood frozen, his eyes locked on Damian. His brow ...