Chapter Three
I smooth down my smart business-style dress, the one I own just in case I have an interview or something like that to go to. I doubt Mum imagined visiting jail would be my first time wearing it.
At least it's better than wearing it to a court hearing.
"How did you manage this again?" I ask Thomas.
He shakes his head. "Better you don't know."
"I hope you didn't do anything else illegal," I mutter under my breath, regretting my choice of words immediately. This isn't the kind of place to joke about breaking the law.
To my immense relief, Thomas just laughs. "No, I didn't do anything illegal."
A white machine calls my attention, though that's not difficult when it's the only thing in the room other than some dull wooden benches that look like they'll be incredibly uncomfo
