Interogation

Serenity’s POV

I hate it down here and so does Star. She has been grumbling on about the smell since my dad opened the door. We follow him down the dark, damp corridor to a small room. He holds his finger up to his lips, and I step into the room. It is pitch black, aside from the light coming through a window connected to the room next door.

‘One way glass?’ I ask my dad, as I had never been down here before. We have a prison now which looks like a five-star hotel in comparison to this. There is dust everywhere and the smell of urine, blood and iron is heavy in the air.

‘Yeah. She can't see you and won't know you are here.’ My dad links back and I nod, and watch as Henry rearranges his papers sitting in his chair with his back to us. He rolls his shoulders, clearly tense and stiff after a long day. The small room is pure concrete, and you can see the stains of age, blood and damp. The metal, rectangular table is bolted to the floor. Sheryl and Henry sit in two of the three metal