Chapter 37 Sought But Unfound

• Sitting in a room at the police station, the man who interviewed me reenters with some papers in his hand. I’m curled up on a couch there quietly, my mom’s arm around my shoulders as she comforts me.
• “Right then, Miss Boston, we’ve corroborated your story. Thank you very much for cooperating. I hope you understand,” the officer says, taking a seat opposite to us.
• I nod my head in reply. After all, I do kinda get why they decided to investigate me just in case.