Page 44 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

“Hi. Do I know any of you?” Tristan asked.

“I’m Detective Emily Sanders, and this is my partner, Detective James Luc.”

“Found anything about my son?”

“No, not yet,” Detective James replied.

“Then, why are you here?” Tristan was on the verge of yelling.

“We need you to come with us to the station and answer a few questions related to your son’s disappearance and the murder of Mrs. Brie Porter,” Detective Emily said in one breath.

“Excuse me?” Tristan raised his eyebrows at them.

“It won’t take long, Mr. Sanchester,” Detective Emily said with a firm smile.

“Okay, but I’m calling my lawyer.”

“Sure, you can do that,” Detective James said.

“I’m coming with you,” I said, catching their attention.

“No. Stay here. You’re not feeling too well.”

I watched him leave with them. I lost my appetite and went back to my room.

Tristan came back in the afternoon. He didn’t talk much. He only told me they wanted to know his whereabouts on the night of the crime.

I forced myself to eat lunch after Tristan dragged me to the dining room. I watched the local news the whole day, waiting for anything about Kayden to pop up. I checked my phone every second for any messages about him.

Tristan was in the kitchen with Morris. I had no idea what they were cooking, but from the aroma leaving the kitchen, I could tell it was mouthwatering. I kept my eyes on the large screen TV. I picked up my phone and went on Facebook, on the page I had created for Kayden’s disappearance. I sighed in frustration when I found nothing but people’s condolences.

The doorbell rang multiple times. The person was really impatient. Morris was out of the kitchen before I could stand up.

“Miss Simpson?” he called from the door.

“Yes, Morris?”

“I think you need to see this.”

I stood up and walked to the door. I could not believe my eyes.

“Kayden?”

He was standing in front of the door, licking a rainbow candy. He was wearing a red sweater and blue jeans.

“Mommy!” he screamed.

“Oh my God, Kayden!”

I ran for him, and he ran to get to me too. I got to him before he could run to where I was.

“Oh my God, it’s really you. Please tell me this is not a dream,” I cried, hugging him tightly, squeezing him into me to convince myself he was real and not a figment of my imagination.

He giggled in return.

“I will inform Mr. Sanchester,” Morris said with a wide smile and left.

I pulled away with tears in my eyes. I looked outside, wondering who had brought him. Someone had brought him here, but I didn’t see anyone.

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