Chapter 188 Always Here
- Imogene Scott
- “Imogene, are you alright?” the voice is distant. “Can you tell us what you saw that day?”
- I can’t answer. My hands are clenched hard as I stare down at my palms in the interrogation room. My throat feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton, and my chest is so tight I can barely breathe. The officer's words echo, bouncing off the walls and back at me, but I don’t lift my gaze.