Phoebe closed her briefcase and stood up to leave. When the curtain of her hair swung forward to cover her face, she told Kevin, “They’ll move you to juvie after I get done with them. Hang tight. We’ll have you out of there before they can spoil your palate.”
Kevin stood up and wiped his hand on the side of his ragged jeans before taking the hand she held out to him. “Uh, thanks.”
His voice cracked in the middle, but Phoebe pretended not to notice. She’d stayed longer with Kevin than she’d planned to, because of a mix of pity for his obvious terror and her own self-preservation. She’d needed the time to achieve internal equilibrium again. She could feel Jake watching her through the one-way window. Coldhearted b***h had definitely been the right choice. It had been quite a shock to come
