[Hazel]
The moment my apartment’s door clicked shut behind me, sealing the outside world away, I collapsed to my knees.
The cheap carpet bit into my skin, but I hardly felt it. My palms pressed against the floor as if trying to anchor myself, but the weight of the day crushed me flat. Exhaustion clawed at my bones. My shoulders shook under the invisible burden of grief. The day was already miserable, but the trip to the police station was even worse.
Few Hours Ago…
The police station buzzed with an unsettling kind of chaos, the kind that gnawed at the edges of sanity. Victims, including me, were ushered through the hallways like cattle to slaughter—herded into corners, asked questions that were more routine than genuine inquiry. The officers scribbled notes as if they were marking the
