I wonder what Sarah must think of all of this. I mean I know the obvious parts. The anger, disappointment, shock at my stupidity, but what about what I was saying? She must know deep down that I wouldn’t have made that all-for-nothing excursion for no reason, knowing full well it would land me in a world of hurt. I just hope somebody, anybody, will finally start listening to me. But based on that scene at the office, the only person who thinks I’m not insane, Scott Summers, decided to go Rodney King on a respected defense attorney and now looks more like Mike Tyson than a distressed widower.

Just how fucked am I at this point?

I’m not sure I even want to know the answer.

46. Sarah Morgan

46

Sarah Morgan

The visitor’s lot is nearly empty when Matthew and I arrive at the station. We walk toward the entrance. Matthew gives me an encouraging look and a nod as he holds the door for me.

“You’ve got this,” he says.

“Thanks.” My lips form into a small, tight smile.

I walk into the waiting area, shoulders back, chin held high. I’m going to need to muster up all my strength and confidence to get through this evening.

“May I help you?” Marge asks through bulletproof plexiglass.

“I’m just waiting.”

“Need you to sign in,” she says, pushing a clipboard under the plexiglass.

Matt and I walk over and scribble down our info. We take a seat in the reception area, waiting for Bob and Anne to arrive. I’ll deal with Adam after I’ve heard both their interviews.

“Think they’ll come?” Matthew asks.

“If they’re innocent, they will,” I offer, although I’m not convinced them showing up would have anything to do with their innocence. But as they say, innocent people don’t run.

Less than twenty minutes later, Anne and Bob arrive. They sit on the opposite side of the waiting area. Bob stares off into the distance rubbing his temples, and Anne is still intermittently crying while hanging her head in shame. My face is twisted in a way that clearly conveys disgust, and the only question that repeats over and over in my head as I glower at Bob and Anne is, who are these people?

Time slowly melts as the four of us float in purgatory. Our only punishment is being in each other’s company. The awkwardness of the situation and Anne’s shame mixed with Bob’s anger are palpable and make the time drag even slower. I never thought I would be feeling this, but I’m really looking forward to seeing Sheriff Stevens.