"You didn't see his face or any other mark on him that could help us identify him?"
The young police officer checked his notepad once more as Amelia tried to remember the smallest details about what happened.
"I couldn't see his face. But I do remember the smell of cigarettes on his hand and clothes."
She felt strangely calm now while talking to them. Maybe because she was surrounded by the people closest to her and the fact that now Ryan knew about her and Laurence.
Maybe there was something good that came out of what happened to her. Although she kept that thought to herself so as not to agitate anyone in her family or even Laurence.
But apart from the attack itself, there was something else she knew she needed to tell them.
"Um... I'm not sure if this is related at all, but... uh,
