Ryan, his mistakes, how all of this could have been avoided.
I arrived at the station. The gray, soulless building looks gloomier than usual. A young officer greets me, looking like he doesn’t even know where he is. I gave him my name and mentioned my lawyer is on the way. He nods nervously and asks me to wait.
It doesn’t take long before I see him. Ryan. He’s in handcuffs, his shirt wrinkled and his eyes downcast, like he’s just realizing how serious this is. He looks at me, and for a second, I swear he’s going to smile. But no. There’s no room for that.
"What happened?" I ask, not bothering to hide my annoyance.
"Blake accused me of covering up what she did to Michelle. She’s naming me an accomplice," he answers, his voice hoarse.
"Now is when you see her true face?" I throw back, a
