As he walked up to the intimidating police station, Argon was fuming; he knew what was wrong, and perhaps he could resolve it.
Now, his Uncle Oswald, who had always watched out for him and the other children in the orphanage, was being accused of causing harm to the children and, worse still, of killing a child in a different orphanage.
Jacob stood by his side. Both worried and determined, they entered the police station together. The sound of Argon's footsteps conveyed his tumultuous feelings.
He clenched his fists, anger building up. Argon thought about the countless times Uncle Oswald had been there for him and the other kids, turning the orphanage into a place of warmth and care. Now, facing such serious accusations, it felt like everyone had betrayed Uncle Oswald.
