The anticipated explosion never came. As Grace staggered out of the venue, looking completely dazed, the crowd's jaws dropped so wide you could drive a truck through them.
Police officers rushed over, helping people into patrol cars, while the bomb squad went in to handle the explosives.
Grace sat in the interrogation room, still in a daze, not even noticing when a visibly pregnant woman, a stern-looking officer, and a translator entered the room.
"Miss, can you describe what happened at the time?" the officer began.
This time, Grace jolted back to reality, a tear sliding down her cheek as she looked blankly at the people in front of her.
After the officer patiently repeated the question, Grace recounted the events. The officer's skeptical expression was hard to miss.
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