In light of charges against you…

The black van, —you know the one that looks like a bullion van but for prisoners— came to a halt.

The police officers hopped out, heavy on duty, loaded with gun.

Ivory was still trying to accept her reality.

She was still trying to accept that she had gone from being Ivory to being called ‘the suspect’.

She was yet to accept the fact that Arlo had really said those words and sentenced her to death.

This, to her, was death.

She was slowly dying.

Every passing moment was bringing her one step closer to her death.

“Pick up the pace!” The officer’s voice bolted her out of her thoughts.

She snapped up her gaze and came in contact with a familiar face. Ivory paused. Her heart leaped. I was wrong, she thought. He’d never betray me.

Ivory’s adrenaline surged, picking up the pace as the officer had demanded.

The cuffs in her hands and legs did not stop her. She was too happy to care.

She stopped before Willis. Her eyes sparkling with both hope and relief.

“What took you guys so long?!”