Brooke's POV
There in front of me lay somebody. Somebody I knew. There in front of me was Carl. My three-year-old cousin. "Carl" I cried in utter horror. "Miss, are you a relative of this boy?" A police officer asked me. "I think he's my cousin,"  I told her. She told me to come with her and give her my uncles phone number. I sat in the conference room waiting. Tears gushing from my eyes. My cousin was dead. He was only three years old. Suddenly through the doors burst in Conner. I held on to him tightly. His strong arms wrapped around my body". "Hey dont worry" he said soothingly "ive got you". The police came in the question me. When I was leaving I saw my uncle and aunt bawling. "Do you want me to babysit the twins?" I asked. "Yes honey" My uncle said as he hugged me. "Come on guys" I called to the twins. When we arrived at their house I unlocked the door with the spare key under the mat and me, Conner and the kids sat down and watched Toy Story. Once it had finished I tucked the kids into bed and fell asleep on Conners chest on the sofa. In the morning I heard the door creak open. Sfter talking with my uncle me and Conner left. I went home after talkimg with Conner for a bit. I still couldnt believe it. My cousin was dead. I walked into my house and started my homework. At least it would take my mind off things. Well for now