Literature
Ghost
Ghost
She flipped the coin again, watching as it spun around on the table in a wild dance before coming to a rest. Reaching out, she grabbed it, and repeated the process. The door to the interrogation room opened, a woman stepping inside.
"Good afternoon, Miss..."
The nineteen year old at the table didn't look up, gaze focused on the coin. The woman's stare turned a bit more hostile at the lack of response, but she brushed it off and sat down at the opposite end of the table. She laid out a manilla folder, opening it and reading over one of the papers quickly.
"Ah, Miss Flyer. I suppose you know why you're here. Yes?"
She had a