Chapter 112: The Beating

Thinking back to that woman's smug expression as she climbed into the police car, regret twisted in my chest. Why did I let her call the cops? If I hadn't, maybe we wouldn't be stuck in such a mess right now. "Serena, what do we do? We can't admit to this. If we sign that confession, we're done," Naomi said, her brows drawn so tight they could snap. "I don't know either. Our phones are gone. If we still had them, we could call Zachary. He's a lawyer, maybe he'd know what to do. But now? We're completely cut off," I muttered, feeling the panic rise in my throat. No phone, no way to reach anyone. And we didn't know a soul in this precinct. We were trapped, and it was sinking in hard. Naomi looked at me, guilt written all over her face. "Serena, I'm so sorry. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be here. This is all my fault." I squeezed her hand hard. "What are you talking about? You're my best friend. You think I'd just sit back and watch you get bullied? No way. When Julian Shepherd and M