40.3 EVERSON

Flashbacks. . .

"I...I don't understand why I'm here, uncle Arthur." I said in a trembling voice, my eyes darting around a room I'm unfamiliar with. But all I know is that it's really dark, with only a feeble light from a bulb on the ceiling illuminating the small, grey-painted room. I'm seated across from Uncle Arthur. Meanwhile, two cops stand behind him. 

I'm not sure why he hauled me here after the cops came into our house and handcuffed me instead of Archer, then they took mom inside the ambulance car. 

They blindfolded me, and when they removed it, I found myself sitting in the middle of an unfamiliar room. I can feel the fear crippling my skin. I can feel, by the way they stare at me, that what is going to happen here will never be good.

Uncle A