Page 41 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
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"See," Evan mouthed at me as he squeezed my shoulder, trying to reassure me.
But the police officer's next lines shattered me like glass.
"It's my regretful duty to inform you ma'am, that we need you to come down to the morgue to identify your moth—"
I dropped the phone.
Evan's arms scooped me up as my vision became tinted with black. My shadow magic wrapped around me, creating a cocoon.
Malcolm walked back in and took in the scene immediately. He strode over and grabbed the phone.
I watched dully as he talked to the woman on the phone, got an address, and made an appointment for me to go verify that mother was dead … that my stupid moment of compassion had killed her.
