Detective Shaw glanced between Daniel, Noah, and the empty water jugs. “Mr. Harper, who is this?” “This is Noah,” Daniel said softly, helping the young man to his feet. “He’s a friend of Emma’s.” Shaw took in the scene, the surgical scar on Noah’s chest, the letter in Daniel’s hand, and the wet, green grass.
Slowly, her hand relaxed off her holster, and she gave a quiet nod. “Alright. I’ll leave you two alone.” As the officer walked away, Daniel and Noah sat on the stone bench overlooking Section C. “I’m sorry for scaring you,” Noah whispered, looking at his hands. “I should have asked permission.” Daniel looked at the young man.