Harry’s POV
"Mr. Harry, out you come!" The call from the police officer made me immediately rise from sitting in the corner. I took a deep breath as I walked out of this jail cell.
I don't know what else they want. Several times I've been called to complete my report as a soon-to-be inmate. I've already been labeled a suspect even though there's been no trial. I hope I can get out of here by any means necessary.
It's been five days here. I got sick because I'm not used to the atmosphere. I let out a bitter laugh at the thought. Here, they only give fever medicine. There's no special treatment. It's different from when I was with Delia; she would panic if I got sick and even call a private doctor to the house. Even if it was just a fever, just like now.
My appetite has also decreased. H
