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~ Bella's POV
I walked into the living room with a glass of water and placed it in front of Mr. Donovan. He looked up, giving me a small nod of appreciation.
"Thank you, Miss Bella," he said, taking a sip. "Now, let's get straight to it. Tell me everything about Noah's case."
I swallowed, feeling a lump in my throat. "It….it happened years ago," I started, my voice barely above a whisper. "Noah… he was just a kid. Sixteen. He made a mistake. He stole something….just a stupid little thing."
Mr. Donovan leaned forward, his eyes sharp but patient. "What did he steal?"
I inhaled deeply. "A watch. A damn watch from a store. It wasn't expensive, it wasn't fancy… but the owner made a big deal about it. Called the police right away."
"And then?" he pressed.
I clenched my fists. "They arrested him. Charged him. Said it was theft, and because he tried to run when they grabbed him, they added resisting arrest. Just like that. My little brother was thrown in jail."
