If You Let Me
DELILAH
Three hours in an interrogation room will drive any sane person crazy. In fact, I’m sure that’s what they’re meant to do.
The walls are non-descript—gray and dull. The chipped metal chairs are uncomfortable, made even more so by the squiggling toddler still in my arms, begging to be put down. Melanie whines. I sigh.
“I’m sorry.” I look down at her blonde curls, petting them. “I know you said they have a room for her, but I just…can’t right now. I can’t afford to let her out of my sight another second.” I blow out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
Javi smiles, wide and slow. “You said that already.”
“Then I’m doubly sorry. For not trusting you the first time. For putting you in danger. For putting me in danger.” Melanie whimpers, trying to slide to the floor. “And for being
