CHARLOTTE

I was in a daze, unable to fully process what had happened. All I felt was the detective’s hand on my arm, pulling me away, and my feet followed him until we reached the car that had brought us to the restaurant.

He opened the door, told me to get in, looked around, then entered and instructed the driver to move as quickly as possible.

Our driver, pale and visibly frightened, obliged as I kept looking back at the restaurant. The sound of the ignition starting and the engine revving pulled me back to the present, and I stared at my hands in shock.

There were droplets of blood...