Juliet's Lies Are Exposed

TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER...

The dull sound of footsteps echoed through the cold, sterile halls of the police station as an officer made his way toward the holding cells.

Inside one of them, Olivia Swift sat on the edge of the bench, arms folded tightly across her chest. She had barely slept properly in days, her nerves worn thin by the weight of uncertainty. The air smelled of disinfectant and iron bars—reminders of how low she had fallen.

She glanced up at the sound of the approaching officer, her brows furrowing in confusion when he stopped directly in front of her cell.

The officer pulled out a key and inserted it into the lock with a soft click. The heavy metal door creaked open.

"You're free to go, Miss Swift," the officer said, his voice neutral.

Olivia blinked. A second passed. Then another.

"What?" she asked, her tone laced with disbelief. 'So soon?'