(Cont.)

His hands are empty and at awkward angles, as if he'd fallen forward and failed to catch himself. The scene is heartbreaking.

Soon the policemen are asking me questions. Where was I when this happened, do I know anyone who could've done this, and so on. I can't focus on the questions, I'm too busy trying to pry my eyes away from the body. Somehow they get it in their heads that I did it. I try to convince them I'm innocent, but they won't listen to a kid.
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