When Abigail thought she had lost all hope and simply wanted to rest her eyes and mind, the cracking sound of the door opening suddenly stopped her.
Hurriedly, she turned to look behind her and was surprised to see another police officer enter the room. This man appeared friendly and young; she guessed he was a new recruit.
The officer didn't come into the room but stood at the entrance.
"Miss Snow, you need to follow me to another room," he said politely.
Abigail didn't say anything, but as she stood up from her seat, she felt her muscles sore from sitting for so long in the wooden chair. Her head spun, and she sensed her blood sugar was low as her vision dimmed.
Grabbing the edge of the table, she paused for a few seconds, trying to steady herself and catch her breath. It felt heavy and short.
"Are you okay, Miss Snow?" the young police officer asked Abigail, his gaze flashing with concern as he approached her.