Illusion of Escape

Author's POV

Ksenia sat across from the desk officer in the dreary, poorly lit municipal police precinct. The stench of stale coffee and old paper filled the cramped room, but she barely noticed it. Her hands trembled so hard she had to clasp them together on her lap to keep them steady. She leaned forward over the scratched wooden desk, desperately pouring out everything that had happened to her