CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Do you know how I felt being dragged by the police officer like I didn’t have legs that worked? It was like these dirty walls planked at either side of my vision was the last thing I would see.

Fear found my soul and spread through my bloodstream. I breathed loud so I could hear myself taking in bouts of breaths without that if felt like there was no air reserved for me, like I didn’t deserve it anymore, like there was no point for it.

One good thing was that I haven’t cried since.

That was a win, in the midst of this chaos and upending of my sad little life, this was a win worth celebrating. At least, I wasn’t being a crybaby on top of all my other depressing qualifications. Imagine being a murderer and a crybaby on top of it all.

I was breaking apart and no one had noticed. And no one had to know.

Just then, the officer took a turn that didn’t lead to the holding cell, we came out of the building in general and pulled towards a black car parked but with the engine still running.

Jus