Whatever worry Brooke had over Gilbert vanished in a flash, as all she could think of was the fear embedded in her body from seeing Ethan.
Her fingers tightly gripped her face, enough to dig into the skin of her cheeks, in slow, shaky breaths she panicked, "Why is he here? How did he find me?" She pointed her gaze at the steel table underneath her elbows.
Sure she was safe from him in the interrogation room, but what would she do once they were done asking her questions. What if he arranged with the police to have her set free? What if he tried to take her away again?
"No!" She shook her head, her watery eyes widened in fear, "I can't go back, I can't ever go back!" She cried in a deafening voice.
Her scream was met sharply by the door pushed open, Brooke raised her head, her blurry vision fixed on the officer who would be interrogating her.
