How embarrassing was it to be put into a cell with your mother staring at you as you sit in that awkwardly. You wave at Vanessa and she holds back a stupid smile before Max arrives, pecking her cheek.

“What did they do?” Max asks as you sit there. Vanessa purses her lips. “I don’t know yet,” she says before you finally get out of the holding cell.

The moment you arrive in the car in the backseat, Max turns to you. “What did you do? I heard the police but let me hear it from you,” Max spoke gently.