CHARLOTTEI was in a daze, unable to fully process what had happened. All I felt was the detective’s hand on my arm, pulling me away, and my feet followed him until we reached the car that had brought us to the restaurant.He opened the door, told me to get in, looked around, then entered and instructed the driver to move as quickly as possible.Our driver, pale and visibly frightened, obliged as I kept looking back at the restaurant. The sound of the ignition starting and the engine revving pulled me back to the present, and I stared at my hands in shock.There were droplets of blood on them. I could feel something sliding down my forehead, but I was too terrified to check what it was.“Maria,” I muttered, turning to look at the restaurant, which had faded into the distance as the sound of police sirens grew louder.I lowered my hands, turned to the detective, and swallowed hard. I wanted to ask him if this was all just a dream, but his grim expression gave me the answer I was too af
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