Veil of Vows

Ch.20

(Time skip to few hours)

Grayson sat alone in the living room, the silence settling thickly around him. He ran a hand through his hair, staring into the empty space before him, yet his mind was anything but still. Thoughts clashed and echoed, memories resurfacing some filled with the warmth of Sierra's smile, others tinged with the shadows of his mistakes.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he exhaled slowly, willing himself to let go of the bitterness Chloe had left behind. Her fixation on him—this twisted obsession still clung to his thoughts, but he was determined to block it out, even if only for a moment. He needed to focus on what mattered most now Sierra. His wife. His escape from this suffocating past.

With Sierra, there was peace. She brought him a sense of purpose, and he found himself clinging to that, even as his mind threatened to pull him back into the dark mess of his past. As he sat in the quiet, he let himself reflect not just on his own choices, but on how far they had come together. He realized he could still make this right, for both of them.

"... How many more hours do I have to wait? Do I just go to the station and ask for her? Do I wait for a call? What should I do? What can I do, other than just wait?" he thought to himself, trying to think of ways to distract himself, but he didn't know.

It had been a few hours since the cops had taken his wife, and the awkward interaction with Chloe had left his mind a mess of swirling thoughts.

All he could do right now was wait and try to be patient as much as possible.

By then, I was already in the interrogation room, being questioned about everything that happened the day I met Elliott. I had to explain everything how I couldn't have possibly done anything to him, seeing as I barely knew him and had no idea where he was going or what he was involved in.

At first, the interrogators weren't buying it. They seemed to think I was just a very good actress. But after they pressured me with more questions and studied my body language, my expressions, and overall demeanor, they finally came to the conclusion that I genuinely didn't know anything.

After the questioning, the lead interrogator, a tall officer with a stern expression, stepped aside, speaking quietly to the other officers. "She doesn't seem like a genuine threat. Her reactions are consistent with someone who is confused, not guilty. We'll have to let her go." He glanced at the pile of notes in front of him, tapping them with his finger. "But we'll keep an eye on her. As for the anonymous letter, our next step will be to track down who sent it. Whoever's behind this might be involved in Elliott's disappearance."

They didn't discuss it further in front of me, but I could hear their murmurs as they worked to figure out the next steps.

After that, the police officer decided to take me back home. As we were driving, I couldn't help but feel somewhat relaxed, hoping that this would never come up again. I didn't like the feeling of being interrogated like that; it left a lingering, uncomfortable presence over me.

The inside of the cop car was quiet, the awkward silence heavy as I just wanted to get out and finally step back into my house.

Eventually, the car came to a stop in front of my home.

"You can get out now, ma'am. Just make sure to be safe," the officer said.

"Thank you, sir," I replied, nodding slightly as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. I moved forward slowly toward the house as the car drove off behind me.

I let out a quiet sigh, relieved, my shoulders finally relaxing. Exhausted, I made my way to the porch, stepping toward the front door and ringing the doorbell.