Amelia's POVI arrived at the police station at 8 a.m. sharp, when visiting hours began. I had come to see Jayden.In a plastic bag, I carried a Tupperware container filled with homemade pasta. It was Jayden's favorite, I knew it was his favourite because he would always order it. He also loved eating it with thick ribbons of fettuccine and a creamy garlic sauce. I had woken up at 5am just to prepare it fresh, stirring the pot with trembling hands, hoping the smell would remind him of better days.The station itself was cold and gray, the kind of place that seemed to swallow sunlight whole. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I walked inside, and the sharp scent of disinfectant burned my nose. A heaviness sat in my chest, but I forced my shoulders back. I had to be strong for him.A police officer behind the front desk looked at me with tired eyes. "Who are you here to visit?""Jayden," I said, then quickly added, "Jayden Lawson.” The police officer checked his records, then glanc
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