Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan) novel Chapter 301

Sleep had completely abandoned me. I quickly got out of bed and freshened up.

Hannah had prepared breakfast for me, but I was too worried to eat. "Hannah, we need to go to the police station," I told her.

She seemed slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered, fetched my clothes for me while I changed from my pajamas. We both headed out with swift strides.

The call was from the police. They said they'd found some traces of Evan and wanted me to come in. When I asked for more details, they simply replied, "You'll know when you get here."

That kind of answer left my heart hanging in my throat. What could be so serious that they couldn't tell me over the phone?

Upon reaching the police station, I was escorted to their visitors' room. I couldn't help but ask impatiently, "What's so urgent? Do you have any news about Evan?"

The two officers exchanged a glance. One of them, a female officer, got us some water and kindly told me, "Please be patient, Ms. Wilburn. Just a moment."

She then left the room and returned shortly, carrying two items sealed in plastic bags.

The officer came up to me, placed the two bags in front of me, and said, "Ms. Wilburn, we'd like you to help us identify these two items."

My eyes were glued to the sealed bags. One of them contained a shoe.

To be precise, a boy's shoe. Yes, it was clearly a boy's shoe.

A chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I then felt as if it was being squeezed tight. Pain spread across my chest.

I didn't want to guess what was going on, so I looked at the female officer and asked, "What...what are you implying?"

Truth be told, at that moment, I wanted to run away. I didn't want to help them identify anything.

I didn't want any of this to be happening, especially not at this moment. Deep down, I had a feeling that this shoe was linked to Evan. I just didn't want to face it.

The next second, I took the shoe and brought it in front of me.

Although specked with dirt, this was a style popular among young boys. Despite the grime, it was evident that it was relatively new. The unfastened design was commonplace, nothing else about it stood out considerably.

The officer saw me studying the shoe but didn't say anything. She asked cautiously, "Ms. Wilburn, have you seen this shoe before? Or has Evan worn something like this?"

After staring at the shoe for a while, I looked up at the officer and asked back, "Are you sure this is Evan's shoe? Where did you find it?"