~ ISLA ~
The faint buzz of the police station’s fluorescent lights felt louder than the chatter around me.
The sharp sound of every click of a pen and every rustle of paper seeped into my bones.
I sat on the metal chair across from the officer’s desk, feeling the cold, thin steel cuffs around my wrists.
My lips twitched bitterly at the thought of how easily they detained someone who hadn’t even been proven guilty yet.
Simon had tried to come in, but they told him to wait outside. I saw him make a few calls, though I didn’t know who he was calling.
So here I was—alone.
My thoughts suddenly drifted to Alistair. I just hoped he wouldn’t find out about this yet, or it would be real chaos. Besides, I didn’t want to drag the Montgomerys into this mess.
A few desks away, I caught sight of
