The car ride was quiet.
Too quiet.
No sirens.
No talking.
Just the sound of the engine… and my heartbeat.
I sat in the back seat, staring out the window.
Everything outside looked normal.
People walking.
Cars passing.
Life going on.
But inside that car…
My life felt like it was stopping.
One of the officers glanced at me through the mirror.
“You’re very quiet,” he said.
“What do you want me to say?” I replied.
He didn’t answer.
Because there was nothing to say.
When we arrived at the station, my chest tightened.
I had never been inside a place like that before.
Not like this.
Walking in…
It felt like the walls were closing in on me.
People looked.
Some with curiosity.
Some with judgment.
Like they already knew who I was.
Or who they thought I was.
“Come,” the off
