the door to the interrogation room opened, and the sounds of your shoes clicking on the concrete resonated through the echoey room, as well as the heavy door closing behind you. And as it did, Jean lifted his head and gave you a tired look.

you were Jean’s lawyer, and this was one of your weekly scheduled meetings before the upcoming court case to help prove his innocence. And at this point, you believed you could win.

…if your own feelings didn’t get in the way.