Indiana fumed and angrily kicked the pavement while standing outside of the station, muttering, "What a complete waste of time."
"I can't wrap my head around it. It was literally there last night. Are we going crazy or something?" Iridessa sighed, resting her head on Idrus' shoulder. He comfortingly placed his hand on her bare arm, gently massaging it.
"No way, we're not crazy I swear I took the damn picture, but someone must have deleted it, but who." Indiana exclaimed, stomping her feet on the pavement like a frustrated child. A passing couple couldn't help but stare, and she responded by flipping them off.
"Let's just go. There's nothing we can do about it. We can't just march into the police station and accuse the orphanage of sexual abuse. They'll never believe us," Iridessa said, breaking free from Idrus' embrace and adjusting her cross bag on her shoulder.