CH.17

The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting an unforgiving glare on the dingy interrogation room.

Serena's delicate features were etched with apprehension as she surveyed the bare walls and scuffed linoleum floor.

A battered metal table stood as the room's centerpiece, flanked by two unstable chairs that looked as if they could barely support her slight frame.

She lowered herself gingerly onto one of the chairs, back ramrod straight, every fiber of her being exuding the poise and elegance that had made her a beloved celebrity. Yet her eyes betrayed a tempest of emotions - fear, anger, and a deep sadness that pierced her usually impassive demeanor.

The door creaked open, and Serena tensed involuntarily. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into the sleek wooden armrests as she steeled herself for the onslaught of accusations to come.

A young officer strode in with file in hand, His gaze immediately locked onto her lithe frame.

"Miss Bolting," he acknowledged with a curt nod b