Abby
I approach the door cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. The events of the past few days have left me on edge, and every unexpected sound or visitor sends a jolt of anxiety through me. I peer through the peephole, and my eyes widen in surprise when I see Officer Martinez standing on the other side.
I quickly unlock the door and swing it open. “Officer Martinez, what’s wrong?” I ask, peering behind her.
“Do you have a few minutes, Abby?” she asks.
I nod, stepping aside to let her in. Once she’s inside, I quickly shut the door and lock it again, hoping that no reporters have seen the interaction. The last thing I need is more fodder for them to use against me in the news.
She steps inside, and I lead her to the living room, where she turns to face me. “We need to talk,” she s
