A night in a police cell has to be the longest night ever.
Funny enough, I'm neither sad nor angry. I keep telling myself that I'm suffering for not taking care of savannah, and that helps me stay sane. I've convinced myself that I deserve this so I graciously accept it.
I'm offered a phone call but I reject it. The only people I can call right now are my mom and Hazel. Hazel already knows where I am and my mom doesn't care either way so I don't have to call anyone.
It's Tuesday evening, a day later, that a police officer finally opens my cell. I'm cramped from all the sitting so I hopefully gaze at him when he steps in.
"You're free."
"I'm free?" I ask, startled.
"Isn't that a good thing?"
"Yeah. Yeah. I guess."
*
I almost scream in relief when I find Asher and Hazel waiting
