41: Interrogation

Fenella’s POV Not wanting to escalate the situation, I got out of the car as the police instructed me by my window. I quickly opened the small bag I brought and took out my identification card to show it to the officer. As I stepped out of the car completely, I realized the cold wind felt as if it were piercing my legs, causing them to cramp and ache. The calf-high boots I was wearing seemed insufficient to support my body. I felt dizzy but managed to hold onto the car until I stood up straight again. It seemed like a muscle in my leg was slightly strained from hastily jumping over the car seat. "Are you okay? You look scared," the officer asked me. "Yes, I'm fine. Just startled," I replied in haste. "Did you drink with your friend?" the officer asked, checking my identification card. "Just a little," I replied quickly. The police then observed my clothing and face. One eyebrow was raised, and then he inspected my body. “Were you partying nearby?” the police asked me with a scrutinizin