Jacob sat rigidly in the police station’s waiting room, his fingers drumming anxiously against his notebook. The minutes stretched unbearably long, the air thick with the stench of old coffee and indifference. He had been waiting for over half an hour, watching officers pass him by like he was invisible. No one cared. No one believed him.
Grinding his teeth, he pushed himself up and walked to the front desk. “Hey,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “Would you please listen to what I have to say? Just write my report.” His pulse pounded in his ears, but he forced himself to stay composed.