✴ Scarlett ✴
The air inside the police station felt heavy, its sterile walls and fluorescent lights did little to soothe my nerves. I sat on the edge of a plastic chair in the small waiting area, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. My thoughts spun like a carousel, the events of the past few hours replaying in vivid detail. Jonathan's unwelcome visit, Damien's sudden arrival, and the confrontation that had escalated so quickly. It had left me shaken. Damien. My chest tightened as I thought of him being taken away in handcuffs. He had only been trying to protect me, and now he was locked up alongside the man who had started it all. I couldn’t decide what was worse: the fear I had felt with Jonathan in my office or the guilt I felt now, knowing Damien had gotten involved because of me.
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