The white light in the interrogation room was blindingly bright. Barry sat in the chair, the handcuffs digging painfully into his wrists.
The door opened.
When Kate walked in, Barry thought he was hallucinating. She had lost so much weight, her chin sharp, her face still pale—but there was light in her eyes again.
She sat down across from him and stared at him coldly over the table.
Barry opened his mouth, his throat clogged. He wanted to say so many things: [I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have sent you to that place, shouldn't have believed her, shouldn't have doubted you. But what good would those words do now?]
"Kate." Barry only managed her name, and his eyes turned red.
"Kate, are you... okay? I've been looking for you for so long, really so long...."
Barry's hands were sh
