#Chapter 189: Escape for a While

Asher and I, hand in hand, walked into the police station. After identifying ourselves at the front desk, we waited in the lobby while Lamar was being taken into a holding cell to speak with us. Once he was there, a policeman escorted us to meet him. Lamar looked small in his beige prison attire, hands cuffed, and sitting behind a metal table. His shoulders were slumped. He hung his head low, chin down to his chest. He appeared pathetic and weak, but seeing him in any capacity still made fear shiver through my veins. Only Asher, squeezing my hand, gave me the courage to fully enter the room and sit at one of the two open chairs on the other side of the table. The third seat, presumably, was for Asher, but he chose not to sit. Instead, he stood behind my chair, protective and watchful. Lamar waited some time before looking up at me. When he did, he only held my gaze for a few brief seconds before looking away. “Cynthia…” he started, stopped. He took a shaky breath before c