Melanie could feel her nerves start to fray as she tried to reassure herself that this was probably a tactic used by police to mentally weaken her. But, the fact that she had been left here for more than an hour, to only stare at the cold walls was indeed getting to her.
There were no windows, just harsh fluorescent lights humming above and a single metal table with a pair of chairs on either side. Her cuffs had finally been removed, but the soreness in her wrists lingered.
She sat stiffly, her arms crossed protectively, eyes flickering toward the door every few seconds. Her mind was a whirl of questions—about Adam, about Saira, about who had set her up. It had to be a setup. There was no other explanation. But that didn't matter now. What mattered was proving it before it was too late.
Finally, the heavy door started to move and she looked up to see two different officers enter the room. She breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully they would be more open to listenting to her.
