Brooke, her mind reeling from the devastating turn of events, rushed back to the small, makeshift room where Cora was being held. She found her huddled in a corner, her body shaking with sobs, her face pale and drawn. The fear of the impending police interrogation was palpable in the air, thick and heavy like a suffocating blanket.
"Cora," Brooke said, her voice a mixture of concern and desperation. She knelt beside her, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It's okay," she whispered, trying to project an air of confidence she didn't feel. "Everything is going to be alright."
Cora clung to Brooke, her sobs intensifying. "I am scared, Brooke," she cried, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so scared. The police…they are going to arrest me, I have to tell the truth."
Brooke stroked Cora's hair, her mind racing. She had to calm her down. She had to make sure she did not crack under the pressure. Everything depended on it.
