"I need proof, Absidy." The Mayvel police detective tapped his thick finger on the table between us. Like his too-smooth complexion, his button-down shirt appeared as though it had never met a wrinkle. Even as a full-grown man, he looked around twelve, but also like he never missed a single detail. "This is too wild of a story to believe without any proof."

His bias against me was a tangible thing worthy of stabbing. He didn't want to believe me even though I'd explained ...