“Okay,” I whisper.
“We are going to get you out of here, Robyn.”
I nod, crying again. I can’t help it.
“Thank you for coming,” I manage to say.
Carla stands. “See you soon.”
I nod, standing too.
Then Carla is being led out the other side. She turns back at the last moment, her eyes are red, and she lifts her free hand in a small wave that breaks me a little. I lift mine back. Then she’s gone.
“Hands behind your back,” the guard from earlier tells me.
I do as she says, and the cuffs click back on.
