Arielle
I turned back when I heard the door open, signaling that someone had just walked in.
Then I saw Joel.
My eyes widened.
He waved from afar as he walked toward the reception desk. I couldn’t believe it. Joel bailed me out. He was the last person I expected.
“You’re free to go,” the officer at the reception said, taking the signed documents.
I snapped out of my thoughts. “Thanks.”
Then I looked back at Joel again.
Joel smiled. “Hello, Miss Arielle.”
“Joel,” I called slowly, staring at him. “You paid for my bail, didn’t you?”
He nodded.
“Can we talk somewhere private?” He asked.
I walked behind him, glancing back at the station, hoping I would never step into that place ever again. I had a feeling I was going to fall sick after everything that just happened.
Joel
