Chapter 5

I sat dazed in the interrogation room, the fluorescent light above glaring down like a blade. The officer across from me fired question after question. Had I pressured Jack Harlan? Had I used drugs? I shook my head numbly, eyes unfocused. The officer slammed a hand on the metal table. "Tell the truth!" But my mind was blank—empty, hollow. Then they showed me the evidence: a small bag of white powder, allegedly found in my bedroom. My head exploded with noise, my thoughts shattering like...