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2024-09-10 07:01:01Stevenson’s POV
I sat in the cold room of the police station, staring at the bleak white walls. It was already morning, but there was still no sign of Fiona. I still found it hard to believe that I had spent the night here.I couldn’t understand why Fiona hadn’t come to see me yet. Surely, she knew I was here, she was the one who called the lawyer. It wasn’t like her to abandon me like this, not when I needed her the most.My lawyer had already come by and spoken to the police. He couldn’t figure out how the police had gotten their hands on so much evidence against me, but he promised he would do everything in his power to get me out. I trusted him, but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that something was off.I leaned back in my chair, frustrated and anxious. Just as I began to lose myself in thought, one of the officers entered the room.“You’ve got visitors,” he announced.I straightened up immediately, my heart poundiRelated chapters
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