The Arrest
Kirby's PoV
In the midst of my deep pondering, I heard a car honk outside. Peering through the window, I glanced below to see who it was. My heart raced as I spotted two police officers on the front porch, knocking on the front door.
Mom opened the door, and they exchanged courtesies.
"Good afternoon, Ma'am. May we speak with Mr. Kirby Scott?" said the police officer.
With a heavy heart, I went downstairs. The nervous feeling crumbling within my stomach was eased by Callie when she held my hand.
"He's not here--"
"Mom, I'm here," I butted in.
All pairs of eyes were fixated on me when I showed up. It pricked my heart to see my Mom holding her tears, trying to protect me.
"Wait! My son is innocent! You've got the wrong house! Arrest the real culprit!" Mom's voice cra
