Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 415

Chapter 415:

“It’s her – she stole my wallet!” a short man reached for me, angrily pointing his finger at me as if insisting on the truth.

I shook my head at his accusation and looked at the two policemen.

“I didn’t steal anything,” I defended myself, “I had just been robbed too.”

One of the officers looked at me suspiciously before asking, “We need your ID.” Obedient, I pulled out my ID card and handed it to him.

He looked at it and quickly scanned the information. “Are you from Sousen?”. I nodded.

“What are you doing here in Lensy?” he continued.

I had no idea how to answer his question.

“Sir, my wallet must be in your suitcase,” interrupted the short man from earlier. His face was as smug as his words as he looked at the policeman.

“Miss, we would have to check the suitcase. Please cooperate. It will save us all the trouble,” said the officer carrying my ID card.

I had no choice but to do as I was told. I opened my luggage, and the short man’s hand shot out to pull a wallet from inside.

“Sir, this is mine. Here. My ID is in here, along with a couple hundred dollars. You can check it out.”

At that moment, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew I had been set up. This man had it all planned from the beginning.

One of the policemen took the wallet from his hand and opened it to see what was in it. After a brief glance, he handed it back to the short man and turned to me.

“Miss, you are a robbery suspect. You’ll have to come with us.” Nothing I could say now could defend my innocence.

“I didn’t steal anything from anyone. I was set up,” I said weakly, my voice trembling.

“There will be an investigation to replace out the truth. If you are innocent, you have nothing to worry about. But for now you have to come with us. Otherwise, things would be much more difficult for you.”

I was dragged to the police station. There they detained me for questioning, and I gave them a statement, recounting the events of earlier.

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Once the formalities were over, one of them asked me if I wanted to call my family.

Once again, I was speechless. I couldn’t think of anyone, and if I told them I had no family, my identity would seem even more dubious. The only phone numbers I could remember were Louise and Derek’s. Louise had gone to a distant province.

Louise had gone to a distant province, so I couldn’t call her. But calling Derek would also be impossible.

I thought long and hard before finally dialing the emergency phone at Wonder Hospital. The answer was not long in coming.

“Hello, this is the Wonder Hospital emergency line.” I recognized the woman’s voice instantly.

“Brenna, it’s me. Eveline.”

“Eveline, what’s wrong, why are you calling?” there was a telltale tremor in Brenna’s voice from the other end of the call. It must have been a shock, especially since it was an emergency line.

“Brenna, I have something urgent to tell Doctor Hudson. I’ve lost my phone and I can’t remember his number, could you help me?” Brenna let out a sigh of relief.

“Oh. Is that all? Wait a minute. I have your number.”

Instantly she was giving me Aaron’s contact on the phone. I dialed his number and waited anxiously for him to answer. I was in a desperate situation. He was the only person I could ask for help.

After the call, the cops came out and left me alone in the interrogation room. The seconds seemed to stretch torturously into infinity. I had lost track of time in my anguish, waiting for the help I so desperately needed.

Finally, the door to the room opened again. My breath caught, half worried and half expectant.

“Eveline, you can go now.” Aaron was waiting.

I saw him as soon as I came out of the interrogation room. He glanced nervously at me, as if checking for himself that nothing terrible had happened to me. The slightest drop of kindness would be like a torrential downpour to an anguished and vulnerable heart.

I gritted my teeth, willing myself not to cry.

“Let’s go out first,” Aaron said quietly, no doubt sensing my struggle.

Just as we were about to leave the police station, several people were taken inside. My heart began to pound in my chest in rapid measures of disbelief and understanding.

I recognized, at first glance, the faces of the people who had robbed me. Before my mind could catch up to my body, I was already lunging at the man who had taken my necklace.

“Give me back my things!”

“What’s wrong, Eveline?” asked Aaron, concern etched on his face.

I felt anger burn my skin as I replied, “I’ve been robbed!”

These assholes were refusing to admit that they had taken my stuff. I was on the verge of hysteria as I demanded the truth.

“I don’t care about the money. You can take the phone too. Just give me back the necklace. I won’t ask for anything else. I won’t even press charges. Please give it back to me.”

Several policemen subjected them to severe interrogation for the next few moments. Soon, none of the robbers could take the pressure any longer and they finally cracked.

“We’ve sold the phone and the necklace,” the man said, his head down as he avoided my eyes.

I lunged at him and grabbed his clothes in fury. I wanted to tear him apart, if only to give vent to my anger. But desperation quickly took over my rage, and I could do nothing against my tears as all my strength fled my body.

Aaron grabbed my arm and silently led me out of the police station.

“Was it Derek who gave you the necklace?” he asked once we were outside.

I nodded, unable to speak out of grief.

The photo was gone, and now so was the necklace. I had lost the last vestige of its existence. I wanted to blame fate. All these little accidents were turning into some kind of cruel joke to erase Derek from my life.

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