CADEN
"This is all," said a bold man dressed neatly in a police uniform after handing back my personal belongings seized when I was arrested for attempted murder four days ago.
Yes, four days ago.
I still can't comprehend how I am freely standing outside the cell four days after what happened. I should be locked up in one of the high-security prisons in the country for almost killing a person.
Instead, I am obtaining back my stuff from the police and being escorted home along with two police officers, my lawyer whose name I have no idea about, and Mitch, the guy my dad and Martha trusted.
Beside him was my stepsister, Mad, who seemed entirely debilitated and overworked.
I shove the two hundred dollar note into my wallet and grab my car key from the desk.
The confusing thing is t
