He didn't say anything more and strode towards the exit.
Sherry White raised her head to watch his retreating figure, and he did not look back even once.
She slowly retracted her gaze and lay there, letting out a low chuckle.
*
Trenton Smith left the police station and sat in his car, slowly lighting a cigarette.
The air conditioning was on in the car, but he still felt cold.
He slightly furrowed his brow and turned his head for a glance at the police station.
Sherry White was still detained inside, and she wouldn't come out until the trial.
He leaned back in his seat, took a drag of his cigarette, and recalled his recent conversation with Sherry White with a steady face.
Whether it was severe schizophrenia or attempted murder, either was enough to keep Sherry White in a psychiatric ward or prison for life.
But she clearly showed no remorse.
How had she become what she was now?
