Sia's PoV
The next morning, when I opened my room door to go down after taking a shower, Mark was already waiting right outside my door.
"Good morning," I greeted him.
"Good morning, ma'am," He replied.
"You can call me Sia," I look at him briefly. He nods.
"How long have you been out here for?" I ask him, as we began walking and he trailed behind me.
"An hour or so."
Wow. "Uh, thank you," I say.
"It's my duty, ma'am," he replies. And the conversation was over.
I walked down to the living room, where Jake and my mom were waiting along with the police. It was a lady, probably in her late thirties, short blond hair, dressed in casuals along with a black jacket with yellow printed letters on the back that said: Sheriff.
"Sia," my mom said, and all three of them turned to look at me
