“Anything is fine.

I don’t have quite an appetite,” Hannah replied softly.

Bryson raised his hand, intending to playfully pinch her cheek, but hesitated and withdrew it.

“Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat something.

You haven’t had anything all day.

Before Hannah could respond, Bryson had already left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Feeling a sense of isolation, Hannah reached out to the table beside her, fumbling until her hand found her phone.

Slowly, she brought it to her face.

With a soft beep, the phone was unlocked, and Hannah navigated through her contacts by memory, her fingers tracing familiar patterns.

She dialed a number, recognizing the voice on the other end.

“Hello? Miss Moore?”

Hannah listened carefully before responding.

“Officer Stevenson, are you available?”

“Just wrapping up,” came the reply.

Officer Stevenson exhaled deeply, sinking into his chair and reaching for a glass of water.

“I heard there was an incident.

Are you alright?”

replied, her tone steady

omitted to mention

if you found a small glass bottle at the

“Glass bottle?”

Stevenson’s brow furrowed in confusion at

a moment of contemplation, the muffled sound of papers shuffling echoed

let

I don’t recall offhand.

department might

later, the rustling stopped, and Officer Stevenson

we did

let me

the

mentions that the surveillance footage shows the attacker splashing liquid

small

paused before continuing, “If you’re really okay, why would you call me to ask about the bottle’s location? What really happened? You

is a friend,

someone, it

said calmly, “I can’t see

Stevenson was taken

tell me earlier? Their attempted murder charge is serious enough for a

might have sounded too stern, he added, “I’m sorry, Miss

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