Chapter 18 The Ugly Truth

• Roselyn and I rushed towards the police station, our hearts pounding with concern and anticipation as we cruised the busy avenues. Roselyn tried to get more information about the case and its urgent update, but the detective insisted on speaking about it exclusively in person. I realized my presence was a comfort to Roselyn, who was visibly shaken by the unexpected events, so I decided to join her during the meeting.
• As we drew closer to the station, the reality of the situation began to sink in. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, and I could see the tension building in Roselyn's shoulders. I reached over and placed my hand on hers, offering what little reassurance I could. The police station loomed before us shortly after, like a beacon of safety and answers. As we pulled into the parking lot, our gazes fixed on the building, seeking some kind of resolution within its walls. We took a moment to gather ourselves before stepping out of the car, steeling ourselves for whatever lay ahead. Little did we know that this was just the beginning of an even more painful journey, one that would test our bonds and push us to our limits.
• We arrived at the detective's office, and the tension in the air was already palpable. He looked up from his cluttered desk, his eyes filled with worry. The room was thick with the smell of fresh paper and ink as stacks of paperwork surround him.