Naomi POV
I frantically bite my fingernails as my nerves wrack to a frightening level. My heart pounds so hard I feel it in my throat. My palms are sweaty. My legs shake.
I am nervous as hell.
My little plan has backfired on me. Spectacularly. The way everything in my life backfires.
I pace the small apartment. Back and forth. Back and forth. The floor creaks under my feet. The barred windows let in slivers of streetlight. The room feels smaller than ever. A cage within a cage.
I should have known the officer was not to be trusted.
He came to the door two hours ago. A tall man in a blue uniform. Badge. Gun. Polite smile. He said he was responding to my call. The call I made after Mia's advice. The call where I whispered into the phone, "I need to report a crime. k********g. False imp
