I stepped into the police station. The gentle breeze from the air conditioning caressed my face, making me feel slightly cooler.
The detective was taking forever to park the car. I stole furtive glances of the police station which were well decorated with blue and white stripes. 
"Come on, let's go." I turned to look and it was just the detective.
I stare at the wall as my mind drifted off into a trans. 
"Lauren! Lauren! Come on! Let's get going! Hurry up!"
"Lauren!" The detective jolted me out of my reverie. He asked me if I was okay, I wondered why. Somehow, I did not realize that I had tears constantly rolling down my slightly flustered cheeks. 
No one should see me cry. I shouldn't be the one crying. She shou- snap out of it.
I followed the detective. He wanted to scan the footprint, hoping he could find the shoe brand. I had no idea in the slightest, how that was going to work, but I did not question him. I trusted him.
He's trying to help.
But I didn't help he- stop it.
It wasn't my fault. Keep telling yourself that Lauren. Sure.
"Bling!" Went my phone.
I fished it out of my bag and read the text.
It said: Remember me.