Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 301

Sleep had completely abandoned me. I quickly got out of bed and freshened up.

Hannah had prepared breakfast for me, but I was too worried to eat. "Hannah, we need to go to the

police station," I told her. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

She seemed slightly taken aback, but quickly recovered, fetched my clothes for me while I changed

from my pajamas. We both headed out with swift strides.

The call was from the police. They said they'd found some traces of Evan and wanted me to come in.

When I asked for more details, they simply replied, "You'll know when you get here."

That kind of answer left my heart hanging in my throat. What could be so serious that they couldn't tell

me over the phone?

Upon reaching the police station, I was escorted to their visitors' room. I couldn't help but ask

impatiently, "What's so urgent? Do you have any news about Evan?"

The two officers exchanged a glance. One of them, a female officer, got us some water and kindly told

me, "Please be patient, Ms. Wilburn. Just a moment."

She then left the room and returned shortly, carrying two items sealed in plastic bags.

The officer came up to me, placed the two bags in front of me, and said, "Ms. Wilburn, we'd like you to

help us identify these two items."

My eyes were glued to the sealed bags. One of them contained a shoe.

To be precise, a boy's shoe. Yes, it was clearly a boy's shoe.

A chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I then felt as if it was being squeezed

tight. Pain spread across my chest.

I didn't want to guess what was going on, so I looked at the female officer and asked, "What...what are

you implying?"

She looked at me and explained gently, "Ms. Wilburn, please don't misunderstand. We just want you to

help us identify if you've seen this shoe before."

I looked back at the shoe. It was like a spell had been cast on it, making me nervous. I had to look at

the officer again. "You... What..."

I felt overwhelmed. My mind went blank, uncertain of how to respond.

The two officers exchanged another glance, as if understanding my reaction. They confessed, "We

suspect this is Evan's shoe, but we aren't completely sure. That's why we asked you to come and

identify if you've ever seen him wear this shoe."

I looked at Hannah, feeling helpless. Could my worst fears be coming true?

Hannah came up behind me, her hands resting on my shoulders, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

"We just need to identify it. Don't worry."

Her calm demeanor made me realize that Hannah probably knew about this before me.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Reaching out, I picked up the shoe. My hand trembled

slightly.

Truth be told, at that moment, I wanted to run away. I didn't want to help them identify anything.

I didn't want any of this to be happening, especially not at this moment. Deep down, I had a feeling that

this shoe was linked to Evan. I just didn't want to face it.

The next second, I took the shoe and brought it in front of me.

Although specked with dirt, this was a style popular among young boys. Despite the grime, it was

evident that it was relatively new. The unfastened design was commonplace, nothing else about it

stood out considerably.

The officer saw me studying the shoe but didn't say anything. She asked cautiously, "Ms. Wilburn, have

you seen this shoe before? Or has Evan worn something like this?"

After staring at the shoe for a while, I looked up at the officer and asked back, "Are you sure this is

Evan's shoe? Where did you find it?"