Eleanor's POV
Detention Room
How has everything unraveled so quickly? Just when I thought there might be a semblance of stability, it all crumbled again. Is there really no escape from the shadows of Alexander's world? The thought was like a bitter pill lodged in my throat, impossible to swallow.
The door creaked open, the sound grating against my already frayed nerves. I turned sharply, my heart leaping into my throat, only to see Laurence, my lawyer, stepping inside. His face was etched with concern, a look I had become all too familiar with lately. Behind him, a stern-faced police officer followed, his expression unreadable, yet I could feel the hostility radiating from him.
"Eleanor," Laurence began, his voice steady but laced with an urgency that set my nerves on edge. "We need to go over what happened one more time. They're trying to poke holes in your story, but I believe in you. We'll get through this."
