The cold steel bit into my wrists as they marched me into the precinct, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs. Behind the desk, the sergeant shuffled papers, his brief, judgmental glance making me want to scream that they had the wrong person. I was innocent, but to everyone here, I was already just another file. Detectives moved through the corridors like predators in their natural habitat.The wanted posters covering the walls got me thinking: how many of these fugitives were just hiding because nobody would ever believe their side of the story? I looked down at my trembling hand, praying for a different fate. I didn't belong in this nightmareI was processed, fingerprinted, and eventually led into the area as others, handcuffed, who had long since given up and resorted to staring at the floor.My chest tightened when I saw Mrs. Margaret sitting across the room, wrapped in a coat, her face marked with bruises. Dark patches colored her cheek and temple. One side of her lip was sw
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