ELLA
The bright fluorescent lights of the police station felt like needles stabbing into my eyes. I stumbled through the glass doors, barefoot, breathless and shaking. The officer at the front desk looked up, startled.
“What the hell happened to you?”
"Help me," I gasped. "Please. I need help. I was kidnapped."
He stood immediately.
"Ma'am, sit down. You're bleeding. What happened? Who kidnapped you?"
"Adrian Moretti," I said, each syllable like poison on my tongue. "Adrian Moretti kidnapped me."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then his face paled.
His hand twitched near the radio, but he didn’t press it.
Instead, he motioned to another officer, who exchanged a tight look with him before nodding.
"Follow me," the younger officer said, his voice stiff. "We’re taking you to sp
