As I entered the visiting room, I heard a familiar voice.
It was Lucas. He was sitting at a table and smiling at me. The sunlight outside was warm, but I felt embarrassed in my yellow detention clothes. Though my hands weren't cuffed, two policewomen stood behind me, making me feel almost like a prisoner.
When I was standing at the door and going to turn back, Lucas called me. I could tell from his gentle voice that he nearly pleaded me to come in. Glancing at his cautious smile, I thought to myself, why do I have to do things that please my enemies while hurting my friends or loved ones? I smiled back at him and walked over to sit opposite Lucas.
His eyes were never taken off me. The pity in his eyes was something that he couldn’t hide from me.
“Amy, are you okay?” Despite knowin
