Chapter 29 Well, I'll Be Damned

• Ella’s POV
• The police station smelled of sweat, discount coffee, and stale cigarettes. I sat on a hard plastic chair, the cuffs finally being removed from my wrists, leaving them sore for an hour, where they had locked me up like a criminal. My patience was as thin as paper, yet I remained quiet, watching the officers crack jokes and laugh like they never intended to take my statement.
• A balding officer leaned against the counter, devouring a donut, and a younger officer scrolled through his phone. The female officer who had cuffed me stood nearby, grinning at me whenever our eyes met.