Page 10 of Ruin My Life
“Bullet casings?” I press.
He shakes his head.
“Shoe prints?” There was bloodeverywhere…
“Nothing conclusive.”
“Theyrapedus,” I snap. “And you didn’t findanything?”
Aaron flinches, but Sonya steps forward—clinical and composed.
“A rape kit was done on both you and Amelia,” she says, “but unless their DNA is already in the system—whether that be from previous convictions or flagged crime scenes—we can’t match it. This may have been their first offence, or they’re very good at covering their tracks.”
Her voice is hollow. Cold.
So basically... unless they do itagainand make more of a mess, there's nothing they can do.
Useless.
The hope I felt when they walked in evaporates like water off sun-warmed pavement.
Still, I answer their questions. Every single one. Even when it feels like I’m screaming into a void.
“What were they wearing?”
“Black shirts. Black pants. Devil masks. You should have seen that on the security footage from the house.”
“Did they say anything that might suggest what they wanted?”
“They apparently took what they wanted from me and my sister. I was shot before they said anything else.”
“Had you ever seen them before?”
Finally—a question that might matter.
“Yes,” I say. “They were at a gas station my dad and I stopped at earlier that day. Mick’s Convenience. They asked if he’d sell them his car.”
“We’ll look into that,” Aaron says—not unkindly, but his tone is flat. Noncommittal.
I narrow my eyes. “What, is that not good enough?”
He doesn’t answer.
Instead, Sonya steps in. “Your father’s cars weren’t stolen. Nothing was taken. Not even the cash in his wallet.”
They… didn’t steal anything?
Why?
Iamtaking what I want,he’d said.
But they didn’t know about Amie.
Not before they came inside… right?
Sonya misreads my silence as hesitation. “In cases like this, it’s safe to assume you were a victim of opportunity—”
“I’mnota victim,” I cut her off sharply.
