Someone tried to take Daniel to the hospital, but he refused, trailing after me step by step.
Inside the wide police station, officers questioned him about why he disrupted my engagement party.
He ignored them, turning his head toward me instead.
“Sophia, just admit you were wrong and we’ll stop fighting, okay?”
I smirked and grabbed the ashtray off the officer’s desk, smashing it down on his head.
Me, admit defeat to him? He wasn’t worthy.
Blood poured down his forehead, staining what little was left of his white shirt crimson.
The officers rushed in to separate us, dragging me into an interrogation room.
Out of sight of his face, my mood calmed considerably.
After giving our statements, the incident was logged as mutual assault, with neither side pressing charges.
When I left the room, Daniel was sitting on the station steps, waiting.
Beside him stood his familiar friend, Michael Harris.
Michael kept urging him to get his wounds treated.
He only hung his head, silent.
The moment I appeared, he staggered to his feet.
“Well? Feel better now? If not, take another shot.”
I didn’t even glance at him, walking straight down the steps.
“Sophia.”