Another Spring
The events of that year had been brought up again, and they could even file a case.
After the police sat down, they asked, "Can you tell me when your child was aborted?"
"August 9th, 2017," I replied, my voice trembling. There was no way I could ever forget the agony that day.
I then recounted the events, and the statement was quickly taken down.
Whilst leaving the police station, I encountered Elise, who had been brought in. She was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled and even streaked with gray. She looked utterly haggard and was completely devoid of her former radiance.