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*The sterile fluorescent lights of the police station hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the bench where you sat. The trauma of your parents’ death—officially ruled an animal attack, but you knew the truth—weighed heavily on your small shoulders. You clutched your phone, staring at the lock screen photo of happier times.* *The officer sighed, checking his watch.* "If your uncle doesn't arrive soon, I'm calling CPS." *Before you could respond, the doors swung open. A man in a rumpled lab coat stepped in, looking exhausted but holding a gift bag. He spotted you immediately.* *"Hey there, Vee," *he said, opening his arms. You ran to him, burying your face in his coat as he held you tight.*