“Anything is fine.

I don’t have quite an appetite,” Hannah replied softly.

Bryson raised his hand, intending to playfully pinch her cheek, but hesitated and withdrew it.

“Even if you’re not hungry, you should eat something.

You haven’t had anything all day.

Before Hannah could respond, Bryson had already left the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

Feeling a sense of isolation, Hannah reached out to the table beside her, fumbling until her hand found her phone.

Slowly, she brought it to her face.

With a soft beep, the phone was unlocked, and Hannah navigated through her contacts by memory, her fingers tracing familiar patterns.

She dialed a number, recognizing the voice on the other end.

“Hello? Miss Moore?”

Hannah listened carefully before responding.

“Officer Stevenson, are you available?”

“Just wrapping up,” came the reply.

Officer Stevenson exhaled deeply, sinking into his chair and reaching for a glass of water.

“I heard there was an incident.

Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Hannah replied, her tone steady despite the turmoil within.

She omitted to mention her blindness.

“I wanted to inquire if you found a small glass bottle at the crime scene.

“Glass bottle?”

Officer Stevenson’s brow furrowed in confusion at her query.

After a moment of contemplation, the muffled sound of papers shuffling echoed through the phone.

“Hold on, let me check.

I don’t recall offhand.

The forensics department might have found it.

A moment later, the rustling stopped, and Officer Stevenson spoke again.

“Actually, we did replace one!”

“Hmm, let me take a look.

” Stevenson examined the information and frowned.

“The report mentions that the surveillance footage shows the attacker splashing liquid on you.

That’s the small bottle he’s holding.

He paused before continuing, “If you’re really okay, why would you call me to ask about the bottle’s location? What really happened? You need to tell me the truth.

Even though Bryson is a friend, I’m also a police officer.

If they harmed someone, it needs to be reported.

Hannah said calmly, “I can’t see anything now.

“What? Really?” Stevenson was taken aback.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Their attempted murder charge is serious enough for a conviction, but your injury needs to be documented for the case.

Realizing he might have sounded too stern, he added, “I’m sorry, Miss Moore.

As a police officer, I’m concerned about your safety as a victim.

“Never mind,” Hannah said.

“It’s my fault.

I shouldn’t have ignored it.

Officer Stevenson, you’re right.

I won’t do it again.

Her grave tone made Stevenson feel a bit embarrassed.

“Oh, by the way, what do you want to do with this bottle?” Hannah asked.

“I think your police station can also replace out if there’s residue of the drug in this bottle.

I want you to check it for me, as it may help me recover my eyesight.

“No problem.

I’ll inform you as soon as we get the results,”

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