The Lure Beneath the Camp

Billy confessed to everything right there in the woods. The police took him away while Harry

stood frozen, unable to even look at us. His grandad. The man who taught

him how to fish. A murderer. After the police called our parents, Harry’s dad was

the first to arrive. The moment he saw his own father in handcuffs, he broke.

Tears streamed down his face as he collapsed to his knees. “How could you do this?” he shouted.

“How could you do this to our family?” Billy didn’t answer. He just lowered his head,

shame and regret weighing him down as the officers led him away. We gave our statements,

but my mind stayed on Harry. He didn’t cry. He didn’t speak. He just stared at