Unexpected Allies

Joan’s POV

I walked out of the holding area, gripping my bag tighter than I needed to. My knuckles were white, my jaw clenched, and I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I stepped outside and the air hit me like a slap. Cold and sharp.

That footage had to count for something.

It had to.

I didn’t want to look back. I hated leaving her there, cuffed up like she wasn’t the one bleeding