I had just finished fastening the last button on my crisp uniform, ready to get out and meet Chief Rooney, when the door creaked open. The sharp click of heels against the tiled floor almost sent a shiver down my spine. But I held myself, reminding myself that I was not supposed to give in to any fear. I could not render myself as a coward to those vouchers anymore.
Turning towards the sound, I collided with Marylyn’s face, her ever-present entourage flanking her sides. Their expressions were a blend of disdain and amusement, a silent testament to their collective contempt.
Were they ever going to let me be? What were they here for? To blame me for that shame they brought upon themselves earlier? That is what they were so good at doing.
Marylyn's lips curled into a smirk as she stepped
