August's POV

When my lawyer told me I needed to go to the police station again, I felt nothing but exhaustion. Every time my phone rang, I already imagined it would be another summons.

It was the kind of exhaustion that couldn't be fixed with sleep. I'd already told them everything. I'd answered the same questions in different ways, retold the same story, repeated dates, times, and decisions. Yet there I was again, being called in, proof that, as far as they were concerned, I was still the p