The interrogation room was sparsely furnished, containing only a table and a few chairs.

Sabrina reclined in a chair, her elbow on the armrest, her head cradled in her hand.

She wasn't sure how long she held this posture. She rose, moved around for a bit before settling down again.

The room fell into a silence so profound that it felt eerie and unsettling.

At noon, a person entered the room carrying fast food and a bottle of water for Sabrina.

She had no appetite, but for her baby's sake, she forced herself to eat some.

Post meal, she sprawled on the table, feeling drowsy.

Sleep eluded her in this unfamiliar environment, leaving her in a semi-conscious state.

She opened her eyes, and it was still noon.

Time seemed to crawl.

The room's lights and surveillance cameras were operational twenty-four hours a day.

Although darkness had descended outside, the room remained brightly lit.

She sat in the chair, knees drawn up, chin resting on her knees, lost in thought.

Come morning, they would have to release her.

As early morning dawned, Sabrina's exhaustion took over, and she fell asleep, her head resting on her knees.

She was only half-aware of the door opening.

Groggily, she lifted her head, rubbing her eyes. "Can I leave now?"

"Yes." The voice was male.

Recognizing it, Sabrina looked closely at the man. Seeing Tyrone, she was taken aback.

Tyrone moved to her, asking, "Are you shocked? Don't you recognize me?"