“I’m sorry. I need to.” She looks into my eyes, begging for what? Forgiveness?
David Young places his palms in front of Amy and Po’s cameras. He speaks as if from a well-rehearsed script. “Why don’t we leave these two women alone and give them a few minutes of privacy?”
Now, there’s six huge guys near the door to the small room and no way I can get Blakely out without a fight so I let Young lead me to the youth room where I try to reason with him.
“I’m not comfortable with Blakely staying.”
“Why not? It makes for excellent drama, doesn’t it? I tell you what. You can come back tomorrow and film some more. If she wants to go, you can take her with you. If not, she stays.”
With more armed guys showing up by the minute, I nod curtly as the crew and I are escorted out.
What the hell was she thinking?
A better question yet, why wasn’t I more prepared?
