I turned the wheel and head directly to the station. I needed to talk to someone who could help me, someone who wouldn't treat me like an overreacting child. I remembered the words my uncle had told me when he and Nelson decided to move to Spain: "If you ever need help, don't hesitate to look for him. He will help you." It seemed he had said it because, deep down, he knew this day might come.
I park in front of the station, close my eyes briefly, and take a deep breath, searching for the little courage I have left. I step out of the car, my movements uncertain yet determined.
"Good morning." I approached the officer at the entrance, trying to keep my voice steady, though I felt the knot in my throat was going to betray me. "I would like to speak with Lieutenant Rogers."
The officer obse
