The ride to the station felt both too fast and unbearably long. Tears dripped silently onto her lap as she tried to piece together any reason this nightmare was unfolding. When they arrived, the officer opened the door and gestured for her to follow. Kiara’s legs felt like lead, and she stumbled slightly as she got out.
The station was bustling, with officers at desks and voices overlapping. She felt the weight of every stare as she was escorted through the building. Her cheeks burned, her face still streaked with tears. The officer led her into a small interrogation room.