Valerie’s POV
I arrived late at the police station, I had tried to call Raton if he could go with me. But his phone number wasn’t reachable, so I had to go alone.
The moment I stepped inside the building, I saw a familiar officer at the front desk, sipping cold coffee and looking bored.
“Good morning,” I greeted.
“Good morning, how can I help you?” The man asked.
“I need to report a break-in,” I said, standing cold in front of him.
He looked up, already annoyed like he didn’t need to be disturbed. “Name?” He asked, already bringing out a note to take records.
“Valerie White.”
The man paused, his eyes flickered between me and the small note he was writing on. I was sure he had probably recognized me.
“You again.” He sighed, pushing the small note aside.
Why? Did I do somet
