June is most certainly not enjoying the interrogation. It’s being held at another room on the first floor. The room is much smaller, consisting of a table on which some papers and small machines sit, a few chairs, and grey walls reflecting the beaming lights.
For a solid hour, June refuses to give any meaningful information and her caustic replies have gotten on the nerves of all interrogators. Curtis gives me a conniving glance, his eyes gripping with the urge to use me as June’s weakness like before.
No one gets to do that except Alistair, but after promising Ruth to never use me again, he stays put indecisively.
Gary slams his hands on the table which momentarily shakes us up—including June. “Have you watched the news?” he lowers. “Do you know what your father’s doing? Releasing tha
