You're Under Arrest

Chris’s POV

As I made my way inside the house, the image of the circling helicopter lingered in my mind, a nagging sense of unease tugging at the edges of my consciousness. I could even still hear it as it was coming back around once more.

My father’s casual dismissal did little to alleviate my growing concern.

Heading upstairs to shower and change, I still could not shake the feeling that there was more to the helicopter’s presence than mere curiosity from the media. It seemed too persistent, too focused to simply be a passing interest in our family affairs.

As the warm water cascaded over me, I allowed myself a moment of respite, letting the rhythmic patter of the shower drown out the noise of the outside world. But even in the solitude of the bathroom, my thoughts continued to churn, swirling with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension.

Drying off and dressing in fresh clothes, I resolved to keep an eye on the situation. Whatever the helicopter’s intentions, I could not afford