At nine in the morning the following day, Luke and I went to the police station to visit Samantha and Becky. I have decided not to file a case against them. They were just a victim of Dom's wicked games, after all.
I already told Luke last night of my plan. I think the two women have paid for their sins by sleeping in a cell for a night. I know they are good people but weak when it comes to temptation.
We arrived at the station, and the chief ushered us to the detaining cell. There I saw Samantha and Becky sitting at the far end. My heart cringed when I saw them. These two have been a part of my life here in New York four years ago, and they have been nothing but sweet and good.
My eyes watered when I looked at them. They look tired, with swollen eyes, smudged make-up, and their clothes
