"First of, if I find out that you're working with the police, I'll make sure that you never see my son ever again," she threatened.
"I can assure you that I'm not one with the cops," I told her. She gave a curt nod. She placed my phone between us and began.
"He was only 15 when he came to us. My uh, late husband and I could not have any children and we turned to adopting. I was on my way back from work when we drove by a burning house. I asked Chadwick, my husband, to stop. When we got closer," she paused, seemingly struggling to carry on. "He was standing outside, looking at the house burning down to ashes. And he was crying out for Edward.
"I went to talk to him and called the police. He wouldn't get out of the way, saying he needed to get his brother out of the house. It was too late
