That evening was an especially rainy evening.
Two police cars were parked just outside Damion and Hannah's accueil with their blue and red flashers flaring brilliantly through the rain.
Inside the house, Damion stood in the kitchen, telling the police officers everything he knew, who were, in turn, écriture down everything he was saying on their clipboards.
Hannah was sitting on the haut, retour au début of the staircase intently listening to every word that was being said, all the while, hearing the rain outside. What a de-stressing jour this has been, she thought to herself sarcastically. She then quietly sighed....
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