He smirks a little. “Ma’am?—”
Fuck it.
Justfuck it.
Oliver was defending my honor.
I’m not letting him go to jail by himself.
And you know what else?
I’ve wanted to do this forages.
And so I do.
I break away from the security guard, away from the deputy, and I charge my father.
And I punch him too.
33
IF YOU CAN’T FIND LOVE BEHIND BARS, WHERE CAN YOU FIND IT?
Oliver
Jail isboth exactly what I expected and nothing at all like what I expected.
There are metal bars to this one.
Daph and I are in separate cells, but I can see her.
It’s been hours since her father showed up in the parking lot, and my adrenaline is finally fading. Probably close to sunrise by now, though there aren’t any windows or a clock to judge by.
Daphne’s pacing.
I’m stretched out on the hard bench.
No toilets in the cells. Maybe that’s a prison thing. The deputy who checked us in—so we could calm down while they investigated our stories about our real identities, he said—told us to tell him if we need to use the facilities. He’s in a room outside the cells, visible through a large glass window.
I lift my head and glance around, then ask a question I probably should’ve asked when we were first put in here. “They have video cameras in here?”
“Yes.”
We’ve both been pretty quiet so far.
But not talking to Daph is starting to bother me. “So I shouldn’t compliment your form?”
“Oliver.”
I smile. “You promised new experiences, and you definitely delivered.”
She looks at me, and it’s like our roles have been completely reversed.
She is now the adult in our relationship.
She’s the one who knew what to say when the deputies started going through my car and found a suitcase of cash. She’s the one who knew what to say when they realized my ID was fake and she didn’t have any.
And she’s the one trying to keep me from making this situation any worse.
