In the end, I went to the detention center.
Through the iron bars, Florian Evermont looked so gaunt I could barely recognize him. His once carefully styled hair was matted like wild grass, dark stubble covered his jaw, and his shirt hung wrinkled and loose on his frame.
"Grace!" He threw himself against the glass the moment he saw me, pressing both palms flat to the surface. "I knew you would come!"
I sat down with no expression on my face and picked up the handset. "Say what you need to say quickly. I'm busy."
Florian's smile froze, then he forced a look of deep remorse. "I know I was wrong. I truly know I was wrong!" His voice cracked with sobbing. "I've thought about nothing else every single day. How could I have done that to you?"
"Thought about it?" I let out a cold laugh. "You
