ANNA

It was as if I was living in a dream, mine, that I had already gotten used to. Only now it was about me. The words of the police officer were the ones that woke me up to the cruel reality. And yet why?

It was as if I was living in a dream again, only this time I was awake. I remained frozen in time, looking everywhere, sometimes at Rose, sometimes at Emily. She was trying to explain to the cops that I had nothing to do with John’s accident when the car was still on fire. ...