Sophia's POV
It's been hours since I'm confined to this little block. Everything still feels like one strange dream, only that it wasn't. The cops in their own witty way tried to make me confess, but what would I be confessing to? A crime I didn't commit. Quite gross.
I relaxed back on the chair, knowing they had nothing on me, at least that was what I've gathered so far. I knew they were watching, watching my every move, from the surveillance camera in the right upper wing of the room. But that wouldn't make me fret. I'm confident I didn't commit any crime.
When the door creaked open, I looked up to see the woman that came with the cops. Earlier today, she didn't look like a cop. I guess her bright round face didn't give much room to think of that.
“Sophia Thompson,” she called, taki
