Kael and Jones stepped slightly closer to me, prepared to maintain order, but there was no violence in the movement. People rushed toward the boards because waiting had become unbearable.
Hands traced lines of text. Names were whispered, shouted, and repeated through tears.
“She’s coming home.”
“Where is his name?”
“Second board. Look near the bottom.”
“Charged? Charged with what?”
“My brother is still under investigation.”
A woman near the center began sobbing when she found the name she had been searching for. The older man beside her pulled her into his arms while she repeated that her daughter had been cleared and would be coming home.
Only a few feet away, another family reacted very differently. A man stared at the list of formal charges with his jaw clenched while two childr
