The officers were holding my arms, guiding me inside of their station as if I am some sort of criminal that committed such heinous crime.
"Ana!" A familiar feminine voice yelled my name. I stopped walking and when I turn my head to the direction where the voice came from. I saw Mrs. Lacorte leaving her car.
She looked so serious as she strides towards me. Mrs. Lacorte is the only one who is nice to me in that household and she trust me. It was such a relief for me to see her here because I though she was going to defend me and clear out this misunderstanding but when her palm landed on to my cheeks. I finally understand the emotion that she has on her eyes.
It wasn't blank, it was dark because it was filled with anger, the kind of look that you will give someone whom you thought betr
