“Miss Grayson?” One of the policemen said, making me stand up from my seat.
He gestured me inside the interrogation room and I took a seat. This room really was making me feel uncomfortable. It was dark and empty except for the table and three chairs which were all soon occupied by me and the two men.
“Is your name Rebecca Grayson?” Asked the first one, going through some folder.
“Yes,” I said in a calm even voice. I needed to keep my s**t together. I definitely didn’t want to cry in front of these strangers.
I had to look like a ghost. I was very tired and my eyes had to be red from all the crying.
After everything that had happened yesterday, someone called the cops. Those who didn’t get out of there immediately were forced to stay.
The cops wrote down our names and let us go home
