Chapter 12 What's Wrong With That

Up until my third day of being detained, I still hadn't seen Cedric. According to regulations, immediate family members had to keep themselves away from the suspect. He wasn't even allowed near the detention block. I felt as if I had been abandoned by the whole world on a dark, isolated island. Then, in the early hours of the fourth day, the iron door of the detention cell suddenly opened. "Emily Sanders, someone is here to see you," the officer said. I thought it was my lawyer, or perhaps another interrogation. But when I walked out and looked through the glass wall of the visitation room, I saw a familiar figure. Cedric had lost weight. We had only been apart for three days, yet the dark circles under his eyes were shockingly severe. Stubble had even sprouted on his chin. The shirt that was always perfectly pressed and wrinkle-free was now slightly open at the collar, giving him a disheveled look. However, he sat there with his back still ramrod straight. It seemed as if he