AUBREY’S POV
As I walked along the pavement out of the police station, my crying was both ferocious and noisy. I blinked briny tears from my bloodshot eyes, my thick lashes struck together in clumps as if I had been swimming.
The tears made wet tracks down my face and dripped from my stubble, wobbling chin.
I couldn’t walk like this. I needed to sit somewhere and be calm before I go home. I don’t want people to see me like this.
Clear watery snot streaked from my flaring nostrils down to my red mottled skin, to my open quivering lips. My hands opened then closed, rhythmically clenching as if there could be some violent solution to this pain, if I could only find it.
My phone vibrated with a message and I really wanted to ignore that. I was not stable to handle anything right now. Howe
