In the dimly lit, sterile room of the police station, Cassandra Davids sat with her hands cuffed to the metal table, her face a mixture of defiance and frustration. The door creaked open, and Rose hesitantly stepped inside, her gaze nervously darting around the room before finally landing on Cassandra.
Cassandra’s eyes narrowed, her expression shifting to one of cold calculation. She gestured toward the chair across from her. “So, you finally decided to show up.”
Rose swallowed, hesitating before sitting down, her face taut with worry. “Cassandra, I don’t know what you want me to do. You… you’re in this mess because of the things you did. I can’t… I can’t help you.”
Cassandra leaned forward, her voice a menacing whisper. “You think you can just walk away from this? From me? Let me make
