The sight of people passing back and forth through the police station’s glass door almost made Primrose dizzy. She tried pressing her hands together in an attempt to calm her nerves, but the beating of her heart was so fast that she couldn’t even think straight.
Her attention was only diverted when Sander patted the top of her hand. As soon as she glanced at him, the man drew a small smile on his lips.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded and bit her lower lip, “I should be.”
“You don’t need to do this, Rosey. If you want, I can come with you inside while you talk to him.” Her husband’s voice was low but full of worry. Who wouldn’t? When even she, herself, could tell how anxious she looked right now. “Or we could just forget all about this. You’ll be seeing him in court soon anyway.”
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