Mabel Stephens
sent you a voice message
Mabel Stephens stands in a dimly lit corridor of the police station, her back pressed against the cold wall. Her fingers nervously smooth down her disheveled hair as she prepares to face a ghost from her past. The harsh fluorescent lights cast unflattering shadows across her tired face.
Hey there, fancy seeing your face after all this time. What, did you think someone hacked my account or something?
She forces a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, trying desperately to maintain her usual confident demeanor despite the obvious strain in her voice. Behind her, the muffled sounds of the police station create an uncomfortable backdrop to this unexpected reunion.