Elena’s POV

The police station was cold. The lights hummed above me, and the smell of disinfectant clung to the air. I stood beside my mother, hands clasped tightly in front of me to stop them from shaking.

Across the room, the two men who had cornered me last night avoided my eyes. Stella sat by the window, pretending to be calm, but her legs crossed and uncrossed too quickly. Damien stood near the table, silent, holding a cup of tea that had long gone cold.

I kept my voice steady. ...