This can't be happening...why is this happening?!
"Hello...hello...Ms. Abraham?"
"Yes...yes, sorry."
"I'm Detective Davenport from the seventeeth precinct...ahh why don't you have a seat."
"I can't sit down."
"Are you sure, I was told you had a c section."
"Pacing back and forth helps me think and right I need to f*****g think!"
"Is there someone I can call for you?"
I paused as a name came into mind, "Yes, call Detective Amaro, he's in your precinct as well right?."
"Ahh yes, but he doesn't handle these types of cases."
"Well I will only speak to him."
"Ms. Abraham, I can..."
"I will only speak to Detective Amaro," I repeated.
"Alright then, I will be on my way, I'll have Detective Amaro come down here."
For hours I kept pacing back and forth; aggressively bitting my nails i
