“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

omitted to

wanted to inquire if you found a small glass bottle

“Glass bottle?”

brow furrowed in

moment of contemplation, the muffled sound of papers shuffling

let

I don’t recall offhand.

forensics department might have found

stopped,

did

me

examined the information

surveillance footage shows the attacker

small bottle he’s

really okay, why would you call me to ask about the bottle’s location? What really happened?

a friend,

harmed someone, it needs to

said calmly, “I can’t

Stevenson was taken

you tell me earlier? Their attempted murder charge is serious enough for a conviction, but your injury needs

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

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