#Chapter 187: Where Will You Sleep?

Asher made the call. He found himself new clothes. Since my pants were ruined beyond repair, he loaned me a pair of sweatpants. Then he held me in his arms until a knock sounded on the door. After several minutes, policemen came into the room. They asked me questions, like what happened, and when, and where. I handed them Lamar’s phone with the recording. They watched it, their faces grim. Asher stood beside me for the entire uncomfortable duration. His arm around my waist was, toward the end, the only thing keeping me upright. The police said they would escort me to the hospital to be looked over and have my injuries documented. “I’ll come, as well,” Asher said. The head policeman gave him an unreadable look. “Not without her consent.” “I want him there,” I said. The policeman nodded. At the hospital, I was brought into a room where Nancy was waiting. She looked me and the baby over. She apologized when she said, “I have to take some photos.” I understood. It d