Imogene Scott

The moment I pull up in front of Breonna’s building, my heart is pounding so loudly I can feel it in my ears. Something is wrong. I don’t know what, but my hands shake as I push the car door open and step onto the pavement.

I rush inside and press the button to Breonna’s floor. When I reach her apartment, I see Emmett standing outside the door. He looks uncharacteristically disheveled. He glances at me as I approach.

“She’s still not answering,” he says, his voice tight.

I step past him and knock hard on the door. “Breonna? It’s me! Open up!” I call, my voice cracking...