I stared at Tyson in disbelief. "You think I'm lying?"
"That's not it, ma'am," Tyson replied, his tone slow and deliberate, almost hypnotic. "We believe you're being truthful about what you remember, but we can't guarantee your memory is accurate."
I shook my head, trying to dispel the haze his words seemed to create.
"I'm not mistaken, Officer. I was kidnapped."
"Alright, if you insist. Do you have any witnesses?" Tyson closed the folder in his hands with a sharp snap. "Right now, it's your word against Abel's. We can't favor either side without evidence."
"Witnesses?" I repeated, dumbfounded. When Abel and Mark attacked me, the hallway was empty. There was no one around to corroborate my story.
"You're asking me to prove that I'm the victim?" I could hardly believe my ears.
"We ca
