I sat at the large metal table with my sweaty hands folded in my lap. The room was cold and dim, but I felt heat radiating from my face as I sat waiting, my heart and mind racing.
The door opened and a middle aged police officer entered the room. He looked much like my dad, which was a bit comforting.
“I’m Officer Lee, and you’re…” he glanced at the clipboard in his hand, “you’re Regina Willia...