The police car cruised down the empty highway, the sound of the tires humming against the road. You sat in the back, staring out at the passing darkness, the cuffs biting into your wrists with every bump. The distant glow of the town lights flickered on the horizon, but it felt like they weren’t getting any closer.

Your mind kept racing, replaying the fight over and over. You didn’t mean for it to go this far. The officers barely spoke, their low voices blending with the crackle of the radio, and for a moment, you wished they would say something—anything to break the suffocating silence.

As the town drew nearer, your stomach churned, the fear of what was waiting for you tightening in your chest.

The officer driving glanced at you in the rearview mirror. "You okay back there?" he asked, his tone less stern now.