The morning of the meeting arrived like a reluctant dawn.
Sleep had been elusive, and I felt the exhaustion deep in my bones.
But there was no room for fatigue now.
Not when the truth was within reach.
I dressed carefully, choosing clothes that spoke of quiet determination.
My hands shook slightly as I buttoned my blouse.
Outside, the world carried on, oblivious to the storm inside me.
The drive to the police station felt longer than it should have.
Each red light stretched my patience thin.
Finally arriving, I took a deep breath, steadying myself.
