As I drove, the rain continued to pour down, matching the torrent of emotions raging inside me. My hands gripped the steering wheel with a vice-like intensity, a fierce determination propelling me forward. Each raindrop that hit the windshield seemed to echo Emily’s cries, each gust of wind carried the weight of her final words. The world outside was a blur, but inside, my mind was clear. Revenge, justice; they were indistinguishable now.
When I arrived at the bus stop, the officer stood waiting under a flickering streetlight, his figure casting long shadows across the slick asphalt. The sight was almost surreal, like the opening of a noir film. But this was my life, my nightmare. As I stepped out of the car, the cold rain instantly drenched me, but I barely felt it. All I could think about was Emily and her suffering.
