Days blurred into nights, and Selina lost track of how long she had been confined, but her best friend, Annabelle, and Clarissa's support provided her with both the physical and mental strength to keep waiting. Resting her weakened body against the chilly wall of the holding cell like a support, she sat on the damp, cold floor.
Despite feeling trapped in the cell, Selina had urged Annabelle to find her a reliable lawyer since the police had shown no positive results in their investigation over the past few days.
She kept her gaze fixed on the always-open station entrance, where recent cases came and went with the steady rhythm of clockwork.
Each passing minute and day felt like an eternity, with time stretching endlessly, deepening her sense of anticipation.
Eventually, Selina spotted Annabelle entering the station. With some effort, she rose from the ground and moved to the bars, her hands instinctively wrapping around the cold metal.
