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SASHA’S POV***

I was taken to a small room and told to sit down. One of the officers left, while the other stayed with me.

I sat there quietly my hands trembling. The cold metal bench felt hard and uncomfortable.

I kept looking around, trying to figure out why I was here. My heart pounded, and I could feel sweat on my forehead.

I was scared, really scared. Why was I arrested? What was going on?

People in uniforms walked past, busy with their own work. None of them looked at me. I felt alone and confused.

The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Every second felt like an hour. I tried to remember everything that had happened, but my mind was a blur.

After what felt like forever, an officer came out of a room and looked at me. He was tall with a stern face. He motioned for another officer to bring me into the interrogation room.

My legs felt weak as I stood up, but I forced myself to walk. The officer led me down a long, narrow hallway. The walls were gray, and the lights flickered slightly