When I finally opened the door, two officers stood in the hallway.

Jason was on his knees, hands cuffed behind his back.

He looked up once.

Not ashamed.

Not sorry.

Angry.

Like we had betrayed him.

That look erased whatever was left of the man I thought I knew.

The investigation that followed tore apart everything I thought my life was.

End of story — Part 3 of 3