I didn’t know why the officer’s cold attitude hurt as much as it did. Was it the fact that he brushed off our concern like it was nothing, or was it because he thought we were absolutely crazy? I couldn’t decide. All I knew for sure was that his carelessness could put us in grave danger.
The police were supposed to help, yet all I felt was worse for trying.
For a majority of the walk home, May and I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t help but wonder what thoughts were running through her mind. Did she feel the same way that I did? Was she as terrified as I was that something bad was going to happen to us? Or was she going to try and believe what Masey and the officer told us? Was she going to submit that her imagination was going out of control just to feel better about what she couldn’t cont
