Inside the precinct, Kourtney felt like she was in hell!

After her horrible family had left, the wicked officers had dragged her through a series of dimly lit hallways, their grip unyielding as they pulled her toward an entirely different section of the station.

They exchanged knowing glances before they shoved her into a stark, rough room. Kourtney did not need a prophet to tell her that a certain someone had ordered them to do this.

This new space was a far cry from the sterile confines of the comfortable holding cell she’d just left. The walls were grimy, and the air was thick with the stench of waste and...