In fact, I didn’t do anything. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t answer a single question. Every question that was fired at me, I pressed my lips together tighter and tighter. Owen may not want me to tell them the truth, but if Trey thinks for a second that I’m going to lie for him, he’s more delusional than I even imagined. When they told me I was free to leave, Trey said he would drive me home. I told him no thank you, and I walked right past him. I’m now standing outside of the police station, waiting for the cab I just called to arrive. Trey walks up beside me and stands next to me. His mere presence causes me to rub my hands up my arms to wipe away the chills. “I’ll give you a couple of days to cool off,” he says. “But then I’m coming over. We need to talk about this.” I don’t respond to him. I don’t know how he thinks I would ever be willing to forgive him after tonight. “I know you’re upset, but you have to see things from my perspective. Owen has a criminal record.
