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Prologue
Looking at e My hair is a disaster, there are bags under own I have on isn’t even one of the cute ones I norot me as a joke, but I wear it occasionally, because it’s coe Resting hthe strands back away from my face
“I hate ation rooo after the police kicked in aze, I look at et out of theto learn how to be a lesbian, even if I’m not sure that’s actually possible
“June Mayson” I glance over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet those of a man who reminds me of my dad He looks to be in his mid-forties and is one of those men time has been kind to He’s built with dark hair that’s cut short and parted on the side His eyes are a blue that stands out against his dark lashes and tan skin “I’m Officer Mitchell and this is Officer Plymouth” He nods behind hi the roll of “Bad Cop,” judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives me when our eyes meet Time hasn’t been as kind to him He looks like he has enjoyed one too many beers His middle is round, and his skin doesn’t look healthy, in fact it looks yellowish
Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin offrom the vent above me
“Would you like so to drink?” Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room
Shaking my head, I mutter, “No, thank you”
“Hot chocolate?” he offers, and I feel tears burn the back ofa bad day, ical powers that alwaysseem okay, but I doubt police station hot chocolate would have the same effect
“No, thanks I’d just like to knohy I’m here,” I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across from me and places a thick folder on the table between us
“We may be here awhile, Miss Mayson, so I’d like you to be coently I look at Officer Plyainst the wall, then back to him
“I don’t et to the point I have class in a few hours and I really need to make it on time”