Genevieve Fuller’s house was lit up when William screeched to a stop. Police cars filled the driveway, an ambulance pulling up. He ran toward the door, but an officer stopped him.
“Sir, you can’t—”
“That’s my son!”
The officer’s expression softened. “Mr. Edwards. Come with me.”
Inside, paramedics gathered near a bedroom door. Genevieve Fuller stood continue reading …