“Did he tell you why?”
Slowly, he nods his head. “Yeah, he did. Now let me show you around. Introduce you.”
“I don’t want to tell everything.”
“You don’t have to, but as a former cop, you’ll have to tell them why you’re in here. Tell them you grew up with Z.”
* * *
“Leech.” The CO calls from the side of the table. “You have a visitor.”
“Who?”
“An Olivia Wessex.”
The last name causes people to stop moving around in the cafeteria.
Following him through the hallways, I pause at the door. I can see her through the windows, as she sits, stoic.
“I would not have expected you to be here.”
“I don’t want to like you.”
“So you’ve told me.” I laugh.
“No, like, I really don’t want to like you.”
“I feel a but coming.”
“You looked out for him.” She says it quietly so no one can overhear.
“Always have.”
“I assumed as much.” She nods her head. “Drew’s interning for Sherri.”
“I know, Sherri told me.”
“She still loves you.” She blurts out.
“What?” I look up at her, confused. “Is that what you came here to say?”
“Partly,” she nods her head. “I’ve known her for her entire life. And have been watching her for the last year, and she’s not been the same.” She lets out a scoff.
“Liv, I still love her, and I want to tell her...”
“Why haven’t you?”
I just stare at her for a moment as I look around the room. “Because I’m in fucking jail. Hell, the only reason I didn’t plead was because she asked me not to.”
“What? You talked to her?”
“Not exactly; she was at the arraignment. And she shook her head when she looked at me. Somehow I knew she was asking me not to.”
“And that’s where the ‘don’t want to’ comes in.” She laughs. “You make me like you.”
“What?” I ask her, confused.
“You know what she wants without her saying anything. And you protect her.”
