August's POV

The lawyers arrived and handled the entire process with the cold efficiency of people who had done it dozens of times. Signatures, phone calls, technical arguments. In the end, only one thing mattered: I was free.

The moment I stepped out of the police station, I called Dylan. I had already contacted the police and used every other resource money could buy, but nothing seemed to be moving fast enough.

"Did you find anything?" Too much time had passed. Losing control like that