“Miss?” the police officer says softly, “It's time for you to give us your statement.”
I stand quietly and walk through the station with the officer. Andrew hasn't talked to me since we got here. I don't blame him though, after everything that happened today. I wouldn't talk to me either.
“Whenever you're ready,” the officer says sweetly. They agreed to let me talk instead of write since my hands won't stop shaking. I look at her through my open eye. The other swollen shut because of George's beating. I take a deep breath and tell her everything that happened today.
“How do you know George Stevens?” she asks after I told her about the day's events.
“We use to date,” I reply, trying to avoid the question
“You're going to have to be more specific. How you met, what happened between you.
