Scarlett POV
Stepping into the police station felt like walking into my own personal hell.
This was a first for me, and hopefully the last. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like judgmental eyes, and my stomach twisted into knots.
When the cops started asking questions, I froze. Words stuck in my throat. I shifted on my feet, toes curling in my shoes, heat flooding my face until I was sure I looked like a ripe tomato. Mortified didn't even cover it.
Flora was in full performance mode. She gestured wildly, voice dripping with fake tears as she painted me as the aggressor. "She came at me for no reason! I was just defending myself. They both need to be locked up, her and that Delaney girl."
The officers exchanged looks, then pulled up the street cam footage and called Tobias in fo
