Mira screamed, thrashing wildly as handcuffs snapped around her wrists.

“Let me go! You don’t understand!” she cried, her voice sharp and broken.

The cops didn’t listen.

Mira watched from the corner, shaking. “I didn’t mean, I didn’t mean for it to go this far,” she whispered, her voice trembling.

As Astrid was carried out, the cool night air hit her skin. She blinked slowly, the flashing lights blurring her vision.

Andrew’s name left her lips in a weak whisper before her eyes shut again.

Outside, officers pushed back the small crowd that had gathered. Cameras clicked. Reporters shouted questions, their voices echoing through the chaos.

Mira screamed as she...