Chapter 21
Brielle
My hands are trembling so hard I almost drop the wineglass I've pulled out of the cabinet, and I take a moment to lean against the counter and focus on my breathing. When I feel steadier, I pour myself some Moscato, then mentally prepare myself to return to what increasingly feels like an interrogation room instead of my living room.
Don't be like that. They are trying to help you.
"I know," I mutter under my breath. "I just don't see how reliving it all will help. He's seven states away."
Allen really does need this information. You can do this.
I take one last deep, cleansing breath, straighten my shoulders, and walk back into the living room.
"Take good notes, because I'm not going to tell this story ever again if I can help it," I snarl at Allen as I move to s
