The officers acted swiftly, coordinating with the local force to secure the area around Jeremy’s mother’s house. I felt like I was in a daze, the tension binding my muscles loosening slightly with every step they took away from the accusations and towards uncovering the truth.
They drove us to the location, a modest suburban house with a well-kept garden, but an eerie silence hung around it. As soon as we arrived, a team of officers moved towards the shed in the backyard, Lily and I following closely behind with an officer by our side, gently guiding us.
Jeremy’s mother protested, her voice shrill, as she realized the focus of the investigation had shifted. “This is ridiculous! There’s nothing there!” she insisted, but her words were lost in the chaos of the officers’ movements.
