Days blurred into nights, and Selina lost track of how long she had been confined, but Annabelle's support provided her with both physical and mental strength to keep waiting. Resting her weakened body against the chilly wall of the holding cell like a support, she sat on the damp, cold floor.
Despite feeling trapped in the cell, Selina had urged Annabelle to find her a reliable attorney. The police had shown no positive results in their investigation over the past few days. Clarissa had not responded as she had promised, nor had she come to visit.
Still, Selina refused to give up hope, clinging to Annabelle's promise to continue searching for a dependable lawyer. She kept her gaze fixed on the always-open station entrance, where recent cases came and went with the steady rhythm of clockwork.
Each passing minute and day felt like an eternity, with time stretching endlessly, deepening her sense of anticipation.
