#Chapter 138: The Weight of Sorrow

Olivia The police officer's gaze was steady but filled with a sorrow I recognized immediately. I had seen it before, back when my own family had faced tragedy. The weight of the news he bore was evident in his posture, the hesitance of his stance, the way his fingers gripped his hat. I instantly felt myself fill with dread. “Officer Lawson,” Nathan murmured, his voice wavering just a tad. “What's wrong?” “I’m so sorry, Nathan,” Lawson began, clearing his throat, “It's about your mother.” A heavy silence settled over us, broken only by the chirping of birds and the soft rustle of trees. Nathan’s eyes widened slightly. “What about her?” Lawson took a deep breath. “Nathan, your mother was found… dead.” Nathan’s face blanched. He let out a wry, disbelieving chuckle. “You’re kidding,” he murmured, the quiver in his voice betraying the words that came out of his mouth. “Who put you up to this?” Officer Lawson slowly shook his head, his shoulders sagging. “I’m