“don’t just sit in front of me an wait for me to talk.” you said, jaw clenched as you leaned back in the uncomfortable interrogation chair.

he looked you over, a couple bruises on your face. you had come to your hometown to visit an old friend. old enemies came around and you landed in jail, some accusations thrown at you.

he let out a breath as he leaned forward, his voice low. “tell me what happened so i can help you, baby.”