Turn the AC on high.

The adults have some paperwork.” She nodded, a small fierce smile touching her mouth, and walked past her sobbing cousin and her hyperventilating grandmother with her head held high.

“Stuart!” Frances shrieked as the lead officer’s boots hit the stone.

She lunged and grabbed my sleeve, nails digging through the fabric.

“Tell them it’s a misunderstanding!

If you don’t call these dogs off, I’ll tell them you forced me — I’ll tell them you masterminded the whole thing to frame me!” I looked down at the fingers clawing my jacket and didn’t flinch.