ARIA'S POV
The interrogation room is secured by a strong steel door probably for security reasons but that has worked in my favor because after exiting the room I banged the door shut with all of my strength. I believe if it was a wooden door it could have cracked somewhere and I would have been asked to pay to fix it or replace it yet I have no penny to my name. My face contorts with rage as I march along the hallway making my way out of the police station and feeling like I wasted my time coming. My head is hanging low and my back is slightly arched therefore I can barely see what’s ahead of me. I stride along the hallway as fast as I can because I want to be out of the station as soon as humanly possible. Soon after turning at the end of the hallway I feel my body hit against someone
