After numerous paperwork and questions, I was finally let out. I didn't get arrested.
Stepping out of the police stations slide doors, I inhaled a deep breath and sighed with my eyes closed.
The wind blew widely and my hair flew behind me as I exhaled. It felt amazing.
"Ms Strikings," the lawyer whom I hired said clearing his throat as I slowly opened my eyes.
The man was slighty taller then me and wore a navy coloured suit. He had short cropped hair and wore glasses that rested on the brim of his nose.
"Ah Mr Mert. You did an exceptional job," I praised and the middle aged man gave me a kind smile.
"Thank you. However even though I did try my best, it was one of the guilty who claimed you didn't harm Ms Catelyn," my lawyer slowly explained and I paused, staring at him.
I tilted my
