“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?”

fine,” Hannah replied, her tone steady despite

omitted to mention her

a small glass

“Glass bottle?”

in confusion at her

the muffled sound of papers

on, let

I don’t recall offhand.

might

the rustling stopped, and Officer Stevenson spoke

we did

let me

the information

that the surveillance footage

the small bottle he’s

ask about the bottle’s location? What really happened? You need

friend, I’m

someone, it needs to

said calmly, “I can’t see anything

Really?” Stevenson

me earlier? Their attempted murder charge is serious enough for a conviction, but your injury needs to be documented for

stern, he added,

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