CHAPTER 27
“Are you crying?” Russel asks me.
His voice is so gentle. So pained to think I might be in any sort of turmoil or anguish.
“I don’t want to answer any more questions.” I choke on the words. I didn’t expect to break so easily.
The agents turn and look at me.
“We need to go,” Russel tells them. “My wife is unwell.”
He doesn’t wait for their permission but stands me up, holding onto my elbow. My legs nearly collapse under me.
“Are you all right?” he asks, worried. “Do you need a doctor? Is there a doctor she can see? I think it’s the stress. She isn’t well …”
I hear the hint of panic in his voice, and that’s when I crack. I let the pieces of my soul that I’ve tried so desperately to hold together all these years crumble to shards around me.
“She’s in shock or something,” m
