I was silent too, just staring out of the window, not wanting to say anything more.


    He said he feared I’d get bullied.


    At the police station.


    The ride over had been quiet, not a word exchanged between Caleb and me.


    He followed behind me, just as silent.


    As we were about to enter the station, I suddenly froze, my heart constricting with fear as I caught sight


    of a figure in the shadows.


    It was only a fleeting nce, but I was certain it was the murderer who had been staying at my house.


    I wondered if Ste had told Robin about the murderer, and if Robin had him under surveince.


    Overwhelmed by fear, I instinctively clung to Caleb’s arm, drawingfort from his warmth. which


    helped me calm down gradually.


    Caleb seemed taken aback for a moment, probably sensing my fear, and he wrapped his arm around


    my shoulder. “Don’t be scared. I’m here for you.”


    We entered the interview room together, bumping into a female officer on the way. She was obviously


    smitten by Caleb, her cheeks and ears turning red. “Wow, you finally decided to dress


    up.”


    Thest few times she had seen him, his clothes were ill–fitting.


    I was curious too. The Langley family had provided Caleb with a wardrobe of clothes, yet he always


    wore that faded, tattered hoodie that had be too small, along with shorts that had grown too short.


    The clothes looked like they were from many years ago, from a time before he had grown so


    tall.


    “You look sharp,” the female officer said with a beautiful, sweet smile.


    Caleb nced at me briefly, then looked down.


    Only then did the officer notice me. “And you are…?”


    “I’m his guardian,” I said, feeling oddly annoyed.


    It felt like someone was eyeing what was mine. But I shouldn’t be falling for anyone.


    I


    Suddenly, I understood why Dexter hated it when others coveted his possessions. It was really


    irritating.


    Caleb looked at me with intense eyes, proudly sneg, “This is my w


    whispered, wits


    The officer was taken aback, her expression one of surense, “You’re actually


    Married?


    And he used to be a vagrant.


    “This way,” Ste called from the corridor, beckoning me.Material ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Look Colin’s hand and followed her to the interview room.


    Probin looked serious, his gaze fixed on Dexter seated across from him.


    Dexter was impatient. “How long are we going to wait?”


    “Until all the parties involved are here, Robin said with gravity.


    Once Caleb arrived, Robin took out a voice recorder and yed a backup of the phone recording.


    “Melody should be here,” Ste said, sitting next to Robin. “Too bad. I’d love to see how she’d try to


    wriggle out of this,” Ste murmured somberly.


    Dexter furrowed his brow, saying nothing. He was starting to waver.


    “What are they doing here?” Dexter asked with displeasure, seeing me and Caleb also sitting


    down.


    “He’s also involved,” said Robin. The ‘involved‘ he referred to was because Caleb had once turned


    himself in, but due tock of evidence and the Langley family’s bail, he had been released.


    “Phoebe, Dexter wants you to wear that red dress tonight again, but we’re not going to re Alley,


    we’re heading to Tangle Lane.”


    The recording yed Melody’s voice.


    “Can L… can I not go?” The timid voice was the old me.


    Now, hearing my own voice from the past felt ironic.


    “Phoebe, Dexter said tonight’s thest time. Just do this, and we’re even. You won’t have to go again.


    After all, he’s pretty upset about you pushing me down the stairs.”


    “I didn’t push you. Why are you framing me?” My voice was trembling.


    On the other end of the phone, Melodyughed. “But he prefers to believe me, doesn’t he?”