Some kind of sick joke

AARON’s POV

My protests fell on deaf ears as the police officers, accompanied by my security guards, began to methodically search the house. Every room, every corner, was meticulously examined, as if the very walls held secrets that needed to be unearthed.

As the minutes ticked by, tension thickened the air, and my frustration gave way to a simmering anger. I watched helplessly as they went through my belongings, their presence an invasion of my privacy that left me feeling violated.

Cole's voice broke through the tense silence. "This is absurd! There's no way Aaron is involved in anything like this. You're wasting your time."

The lead officer shot him a steely look, his grip tightening on the search warrant. "We have a duty to investigate any credible information we receive. That includes following up on leads, no matter who is involved."

Time seemed to stretch on as the search continued.What had led them to believe I was involved in something so heinous? I couldn't wrap my head arou