The Collapse
Gavin stood there, hollowed out. The fury that had driven him for months dissolved into emptiness. He was surrounded by witnesses—faces from his childhood, now hard and unyielding. Not one showed pity. Not one offered rescue. All he saw reflected back was his own monstrousness.
The low crunch of tires on gravel broke the silence. A police cruiser approached slowly, lights off out of respect for the setting. Two officers stepped out—calm, professional, already briefed.
They approached Gavin with quiet precision, one beginning to question him while the other collected statements from the witnesses.
