Angel's eyes followed every movement as the man was roughly dragged out of the dimly lit cell. She watched helplessly as the officer cuffed his wrists with cold, unforgiving metal, the clinking sound echoing ominously in the narrow corridor. A surge of desperation welled up inside her chest—she wanted nothing more than to let go, to surrender to the hopelessness of the moment.
Yet, a small flicker of hope remained; her lawyer was supposed to arrive soon, and that thought kept her tethered to reality.
But then, her mind shifted sharply to Mason—her son.
The mere idea that she might not return home tonight sent a pang of fear through her. Mason would be worried, maybe even scared. Without thinking, Angel stepped forward, her fingers curling tightly around the cold, unforgiving metal bars that separated her from the chaos beyond.
She took a deep breath and raised her voice, making sure it cut through the noise of the station.
