Everyone turned towards me.
A knot formed in my stomach.
One of the officers stepped forward. “Cindy, when was the last time you saw Caleb?”
“Last night after prom.”
“Did he say where he was going afterward?”
I shook my head slowly. “No. Why? Officer, did something happen?”
The officers exchanged glances.
Everyone turned towards me.
Then one of them asked something that made my stomach drop even harder.
“Miss, 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 incidents from years ago to get resolutions. During that process, Caleb admitted he was near your house the night of the fire almost 10 years ago.”
For a second, I couldn’t even process the words.
“What do you mean he was there?”
“Miss, do you really not know.”
The officer took a breath.
