Chapter 120 Singed Sanctuary

• Abby
• I’m sitting in the sterile confines of the police station, the room buzzing with the noise of ringing phones and chatter. I can’t help but fidget in my seat as the detective shifts across from me, jotting notes down on a clipboard.
• “So, you’re absolutely sure you can’t think of anyone who might want to harm you?” the detective, an older man with a receding hairline asks, eyeing me over a stack of papers.