Cynthia's Perspective
When I woke up, I found myself on a cold concrete floor. Someone had changed me out of my shredded clothes, but my hair was still a mess, and Troy's blood was still on my fingers.
I sat up and realized I was alone, trapped behind bars with just a tiny square window breaking the monotony of the walls.
I was locked up in a cell.
The taste of bitterness spread inside me.
Suddenly, I felt so exhausted, both physically and mentally.
The cop who had been sitting there checking his phone got up and left when he saw that I was awake.
Shortly after, Chris showed up with some food and fresh clothes for me.
She came in through the cell door that wasn't even locked and crouched down in front of me, looking pretty annoyed.
"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've cau
