Ana's POV
The officers at the precinct barely scratched the surface with their questions. After I cooperated with their routine investigation, they released me without much fuss.
Stepping out into the afternoon air, I felt disoriented, struggling to process how smoothly everything had gone.
'Did I actually walk out that easily?' The thought bounced around my head, refusing to settle.
Previously in Veridia, they'd locked me up immediately. After Hughes fabricated his testimony, my conviction came down like a hammer.
I'd anticipated the same nightmare this time—figured I'd be stuck in that sterile building for hours, maybe days.
I'd steeled myself for the worst-case scenario, but walking free this quickly hadn't even crossed my mind.
Morris read my anxiety like an open book.
