“Are you posting bail, ma’am?”
“No. I’m just visiting.”
“Okay. Well, he’s waiting for you in the visitation room. Right down that hall.”
“Okay. Got it.” I stared down the hall. Should I go in? Or should I just leave? My head screamed for me to leave. Why was I doing any of this? He’s my boy—I mean, ex-boyfriend. As in ‘no-longer-my-boyfriend-boyfriend’. I should just turn around and head for the exit…
Wait.
Why am I heading for the visitation room? No. No. ANEMONE. DO NOT DO THIS…
NO.
“Okay. You’ve got five minutes, and I’m gone.” At least I could show him that I wasn’t going to be his pushover doormat girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend who was his girlfriend—whatever anymore.
“Anna. I’m glad you could come. Sit! Please.”
“No.”
“Anna…”
I sigh and turn around. This was a bad idea.
“Wait!”
I turn back around. “What?”
“Three questions each?”
I frowned.
“Okay. Fine. Three. I get to start though. Since you always started before.”
“That’s not true…”
I glared at him.
“Okay. So it was. You start.”