Jasmine POV
I stayed detained for hours in the police department, but what was terrifying is the fact that I wasn't locked up in a jail cell. The cops had me accompany some officer in her office, while she go through some papers the whole day.
She wouldn't talk, the least she did was offered my meal which I refuse.
Appetite! They assume I have that right now?
I was undergoing a flesh-slicing–soul-yanking nightmare, the kind that set one's heart on fire, no amount of hope can stop the burning.
That is exactly how I felt when my father was taken away from us after the plane crash.
The pictures are still brand new in my eyes. I can never forget how they forced him out of his house and stole him away from us.
Everywhere around the neighborhood were sirens and armed uniformed men ma
