“This is ridiculous. Spencer, tell her to stop.”
He turned toward his mother.
For the first time, she seemed to realize that her son wasn’t in control of the situation.
The officers finished their initial investigation.
They explained the next steps and documented the incident.
They did not promise a particular outcome, and I understood that the restaurant footage and witness statements would need to be reviewed.
Before leaving, I asked the manager to confirm that the recording had been preserved.
He assured me that the request had been documented.
Then I walked out of the restaurant without Spencer.
Outside, the night air was cold.
My dress was ruined, my makeup had run, and my hands were still shaking.
But I had never felt more certain about a decision.
I called my friend Olivia.
She answered immediately.
“Hannah? What’s wrong?”
I tried to speak, but my voice broke.
“Can you come get me?”
