Then one of them asked a question that made my stomach drop.
“Do you really not know what Caleb has done?”
I stared at him. “What?”
The officer spoke carefully.
“Our department recently reopened several old reports connected to unresolved incidents from years ago. During that process, Caleb admitted he was near your house the night of the fire.”
For a second, the words didn’t make sense.
“What do you mean he was there?”
“He witnessed something connected to your house fire when he was nine years old.”
My mother’s face went pale.
“What kind of something?” I asked.
