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After I declined to speak with or answer any male police officers' queries, they seated me with a female detective. The woman immediately introduced herself as Diana Ross. The brunette looked to be in her forties and had sharp facial features with blunt, shoulder-length hair. A stern nature surrounded her.

However, I could not even look a man in the eyes right now. I was grateful when Lorenzo was arrested. He is being held in custody under interrogation. In addition, they detained his father. The false paperwork he filed made him trial for fraud.

The hospital kept me for three nights. A doctor x-rayed my arm, finding that the fifth metacarpal and scaphoid bone on my hand were both fractured. A thick cast was put on my wrist; I chose for it to be black. It was bulky, always getting in my way, and ugly to look at.

"Jayden," Diana said as she redirected my attention back to her.

I could not help but feel irritated by her prying. "What?"

Her lips pressed into a tight line as she repeated herself. "I need to know what happened the night you were kidnapped."

"Is she dead?" I asked vaguely, scratching at the plaster that trapped my wrist. It almost made me feel claustrophobic because I couldn't move my hand much.

The detective crossed her legs, clicking her pen to write something on her notepad. "Who?"

"My aunt Amanda. Is she dead?"

"I am sorry to say that she is."

Tears immediately slid down my cheeks. I held my breath as I ran my left hand through my scalp, tugging at the roots. So Lorenzo had not lied to me about that, after all. I was hoping that he had. Amanda was not a great person, but she did not deserve to die.

I anxiously nibbled on my bleeding lower lip, more pieces of skin getting chewed off. A metallic taste fell on my tongue. My mind was blank at the information. "It is really hard for me to remember that night right now." I whispered.

All I can focus on is that Amanda's actually gone. I did not know what to do with myself since Lorenzo was caught, but I did know that being grilled over all the details repeatedly would drive me crazy.

"Would you like breakfast first? I could get a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee for you." Diana offered.

"Yes, please." I said eagerly.

I would accept anything at this point to get a break.

The detective laid a pen and piece of paper in front of me. "Okay. Think hard for me while I am gone. This is for you, just in case you remember something. You can write it down."

Diana walked out of the room, leaving me in a blissful silence.

At the crack of dawn, an officer picked me up and brought me to the station since my injuries weren't declared as life-threatening. The man had tried to talk to me on the way, but I could not bring myself to answer.

Before that, the nurse who called for help in the bathroom gave me a pair of sweatpants and a sweater from the hospital shop. She introduced herself as Laura. I know she just wanted me to feel a sense of normalcy because I definitely could have been given a scratchy hospital gown.

Laura helped me take a shower, washing all the makeup off, and assisted the orthopedic technician who placed the cast on my wrist. I can't say it did not feel weird to be swabbed, poked, and prodded, but the kind nurse helped me through it all. She performed the medical examination and confirmed I had signs of sexual and physical abuse. Pictures of my injuries were documented on my file.

Bruises in the shape of Lorenzo's fingerprints scattered across my arms, and there was a handprint on my thigh. Lacerations and burns were wrapped around my limbs due to being tied and chained for so long. Skin discoloration and purple marks littered my face from being disciplined, and my cheeks were swollen.