Arrival at the Station
The drive was mostly silent, but each passing street made Melissa feel further from the life she knew. Then, suddenly, the officer spoke. “We’re here,” he said, turning off the ignition. Melissa looked out the window and saw the unmistakable structure of the police station. It was cold and uninviting, with gray walls and tall windows that made it feel more like a fortress than a place of help.
The officer got out and opened her door. “Follow me,” he said again, and Melissa stepped out, her legs stiff and unsteady. She didn’t know what she was walking into, but she had no choice but to keep going. With each step toward the building, her questions grew louder, and the sense of dread in her chest grew heavier.
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