#Chapter 349: Case Closed

The Costa Rican police station loomed before us, a stark reminder of the chaos that had consumed our lives. As we stepped inside, I felt a heavy weight settle in the pit of my stomach, knowing that this night could go in various directions. I followed Timothy and Andy, the fluorescent lights flickering overhead casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was tense, filled with an undercurrent of uncertainty as we were led towards the interrogation rooms. The officer approached us, his expression grave as he addressed me directly. "It's good that you managed to get a record of Mia's words," he said, his tone serious. "It could make all the difference in the investigation." Relief washed over me at his words, a small glimmer of hope emerging. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for justice to prevail. I leaned into Timothy's embrace, seeking solace in his reassuring presence. His arms wrapped around me and I hummed peacefully. I knew he was worried about his father, just as I was,