The Only Way Out

Chapter 112: The Only Way Out

The next day, Diane was sitting in the car outside the police station, gripping the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers ached.

This was the only way.

She had spent weeks running from the past, burying it, pretending that if she built herself into something stronger, it couldn't touch her. 

But Adrian was proof that the past didn't stay buried.

It crawled out of the grave, grinning.

And if she didn't stop him now, he would come back. Again and again.

She inhaled a lot of air, then stepped out of the car, pushing through the heavy doors of the precinct. 

The station was full of—officers talking, people filing reports, the smell of stale coffee mixing with old paper.

A woman at the front desk glanced up. "Can I help you?"

Diane straightened. "I need to report a crime."

The officer—Detective Harper, according to her badge—raised a brow. "What kind of crime?"