."You'll gain nothing from us. If I were you, I'd just leave."His words landed heavily in my chest, dull and suffocating, like a weight pressing down on my lungs. But even then, I refused to move. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me retreat. I kept my eyes fixed on the man who spoke, studying every movement, every blink, every faint twitch on his face, as if the truth might slip through if I stared long enough.We were inside the precinct, in a small interrogation room that smelled faintly of old coffee, cold metal, and something else I could not quite name. Hopelessness, perhaps. The walls were a dull gray, the kind that drained color and emotion from everything it touched. The fluorescent light above us flickered slightly, casting uneven shadows on the table where the two men sat.The two men responsible for burning our house.They were seated casually across from me, their hands resting on the table as if they were only there for a minor offense. Their posture was
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