The light from the door illuminated the room.
I had been engulfed in darkness, and the sudden light made me squint in reflex. A man dressed in a neat police uniform walked in, holding a folder, followed by a female officer. The desk lamp lit up, and the man sat behind the desk. After leisurely lighting a cigarette, he looked at me.
"Name? Age? Where are you from?"
This scene was something I'd only seen on TV before, and I never imagined that one day I would be the one being interrogated. I swallowed nervously and replied, "Kate, 26 years old, South City, USA."
He glanced at me. "South City? What are you doing in Da Nang?"
As he spoke, there was a sharp click, and suddenly a beam of light shone directly on me.
I felt like I was being scrutinized under a microscope, with
