237: Welcome To The Party

Camilla Drake came over, his breathing heavy but controlled. He gave the woman a reassuring nod. “We should call the police to get this sorted out properly. Are you up for that?” The woman nodded, her voice trembling but resolute. “Yes, please. I want to make sure they don’t hurt anyone else.” I glanced over at Drake, who was already pulling out his phone. “I’ll call the police,” he said, his voice steady. “You stay with her. Make sure she’s okay.” I nodded, taking the woman’s arm gently and leading her to a nearby bench where she could sit down. I stayed close, offering her a comforting presence as Drake made the call. The minutes felt like hours, but soon enough, the police arrived. They took statements from all of us, including the woman who was now visibly more composed, though still shaken. Drake and I gave our accounts of what had happened, making sure the woman’s story was heard. As the police took over, Drake and I stepped aside; our earlier conversation was momentarily f