Elena’s Point Of View
The fluorescent lights of the police station buzzed faintly above me, their harsh glare washing my vision in white and yellow as I collapsed on the cold tiles. My chest heaved, my body trembling from weakness and hunger, from the weight of everything I had endured in those three endless days. A sob tore from my throat, ragged and broken, and my knees buckled completely.
“Miss… Miss, are you okay?”
Strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me, pulling me upright. I blinked, blinking hard, and through the blur of tears and exhaustion I saw two uniformed officers crouched in front of me. One was a middle-aged man with a lined, weathered face; the other, a younger woman with wide, sharp eyes filled with alarm.
“I… please..” My voice cracked, my throat dry like sandpaper
