Alethea

"This has to be a joke, right?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. My whole body trembles, and I grip the phone tighter, desperate to wake up from this nightmare.

But Harvey's voice pulled me back to reality "A child-around three years old-was found drowned in the nearby river. And judging by the description you gave me... your boy is three years old, right?"

No.

I shake my head violently, refusing to believe it. "No, no, no! That's not my son!" The words spill out in a rush, but they feel hollow-like I'm trying to convince myself more than him.

My heart clenches painfully, my chest so...