Marco

They asked me if I had anything to say.

The officers, that is. The fucking cops. They stood there, with their notepads in their hands, their brows furrowed like they actually cared for me, waiting for me to open my mouth and explain what the hell had happened.

Like any of this made sense. Like I could find words for what had been done.

I didn’t speak, I couldn’t. Everything that had ever meant anything to me had gone up in flames. My home, my legacy. My brother was dead.

And I said nothing.

The older one, the lead officer or whatever the fuck he was, tried again, softer...