Jenna Roland let out a cold laugh. She wished that entire family would rot behind bars.

Reconciliation? In their dreams.

Officer Liam Hill closed his notebook when he saw their resolute expressions. "You're free to go. We'll notify you of the final outcome."

Milo Roland scratched his head. "But you don't have our contact information."

"Leave your number." Officer Hill handed him a notepad.

Milo turned to his sister. "I can't answer calls during class. Use yours."

Jenna swiftly wrote down her number with clear annotations.

By the time they stepped out of the police station, the sun was high overhead. Jenna took her brother to a nearby restaurant.

After ordering, Milo frowned. "Sis, what if they come after us when they're released?"

Jenna kept her eyes on her phone as she replied to Stella Laurent's message. "Keep the voice recorder on you. If they dare show up, we'll send them right back to jail."

"But they know about the recorder now. What if they search me—"

Jenna paused mid-text. "Want me to buy you a more discreet one?"

"Too expensive!" Milo waved his hands. "I'll ask Ryan Watson to record for me."

"You think he'd take that risk?"

"We've got each other's backs." Milo thumped his chest confidently.

Jenna thought of the boy whose parents were always absent and silently noted the debt.

Three dishes and a soup arrived quickly. After lunch, Jenna personally escorted Milo to the school gates.

Back home, she took a nap and restocked groceries before heading to work on her e-bike.

Halfway there, her phone rang. She pulled over—Officer Hill's name flashed on the screen.

"Good afternoon." Jenna answered.

A steady voice came through. "The verdict's in. Fifteen days detention and a two-thousand-dollar fine. This outcome—"

Jenna's grip on the handlebars turned her knuckles white.