Streetlights cast fleeting glimpses of Ruby’s gloomy face as Delilah caught sight of her in the neighboring car, her expression unreadable but clearly tense.
After what felt like hours, they arrived at the police station.
Delilah's hands were numb from the cuffs as she was led down a stark corridor, then pushed into a cold interrogation room.
The walls were bare, and the dim lighting cast sharp shadows that made everything feel harsher.
Across the hall, Ruby was escorted into a similar room, the heavy metal door clanging shut behind her.
The silence hung thickly as Delilah stared at the empty chair across the table, trying to steady her breathing.
It was only a matter of time before an officer would walk in, start asking questions, pressuring her to break.
She glanced around the
