Third Person POV The police station was chaotic. There were officers processing arrests, phones ringing, people shouting. In the middle of it all, Oliver sat on a hard plastic chair in the hallway, staring at nothing. "Kid, you can go home now," an officer told him an hour ago. "We got your statement. You're free to leave." Oliver hadn't moved.Where would he go? Home? What home? His mother's blood was still on his clothes. Hismidn constantly replayed his own father, choking her to death as he slammed her into the wall over and over. No. Not his father. Thomas wasn't his father. Isaiah was. Except Isaiah wasn't really either, was he? There was no way Isaiah King would accept him as his son after all that had happened. Oliver had no one. He was completely utterly alone. "Hey." A different officer crouched i
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