The chaos of him
“I also don’t think it’s the department, they have no reason to do this.”
They don’t, at least none that we know of. But Jesse knows something, he knows everything, I have to ask him.
Joseph bursts into the room at the moment, eyes wide, shirt buttoned wrong, in his outstretched hand, a stick he is waving around.
“Where are they??!”
A stab goes straight to my heart. Joseph has never been one for violence and fights, this must be torture for him.
“They are gone.”
His shoulders collapse, the stick clattering to the ground. His palms rubs his face roughly, shoulders quaking from the deep breaths he keeps taking.
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