Mia:The room felt smaller the longer I sat in it, and it felt like the walls were closing in inch by inch, pressing the air out of my lungs.I rested my hands on the table, staring at them, trying to stop the slight tremble in my fingers. I didn’t do anything. I kept repeating it in my head, but no matter how many times I tried to explain, no one wanted to listen.The door opened, and I looked up too fast, hope flashing for a second, but having caught her scent, I knew that it was Brenda.She stepped inside quickly, her eyes scanning me, checking, making sure I was okay. “Mia… are you okay?”I stood immediately. “What’s going on? Did they say anything? Are they letting me go?”Her expression tightened, and that was all I needed to know.“Not yet,” she said carefully. “They’re still… processing things. They think we are both guilty.”“Processing?” I let out a dry, breathless laugh. “She accused us of assault, Brenda. What is there to process?”“I know, I know,” she said quickly, steppi
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