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"It'll be good to go over it while it's fresh," David added.

"Bullshit," Static told him. "You know as well as I do that witnesses remember more when you give them at least twenty hours of rest and reflection on the event."

David sighed. "I hate that you're a lawyer. Look. If I don't do this interview now she's going to have to sit in a jail cell. I want to do this, get her cleared, and then let her go home so she can rest. I think we can agree that there won't be any additional details needed twenty hours from now."

"Fuck," Static muttered. "Fine. Let's do it. She's not riding in the back of that fucking squad car, though."

"She can ride up front with me," he replied.

"And don't even think of handcuffing her."

"She's not under arrest right now, Reed," he sighed.

"Good. We'll follow behind you in my car," Static told me. He cupped my cheeks, looking into my eyes. He was making sure I was okay.

I smiled at him. "I'm good, Static. I promise." My brain was rattled, I was exhausted, and more than a little horrified that I'd killed a man, but I really was okay. Despite everything, I felt more like the old me than I had in a long time. I'd fought for myself. For my kid. For my man. And the guy who'd been making our lives miserable was dead. I just hoped I didn't end up going to prison for his murder.

David gave me my space—as much as possible inside the cab of the car—and didn't ask me anything. Procedure. He was making sure he followed it to a T. He got me inside the police station and into an interview room. Static came in with me, as my attorney, and held my hand as we waited.

David came in a few minutes later, holding two paper cups with water. He set them in front of us. "I have to have you go through everything that happened, Gwen. Are you feeling up for that?"

"Yes," I responded.

"Then after that, we'll have to have Sean do the same. As his parent, we'll need you to be present while we question him."

"Okay," I agreed.

He gave me an encouraging smile. "Then let's get started."

It took hours, but as Static led me out of the police station, I raised my face and let the afternoon sunlight hit my face. I sucked in the fresh air and gave a heavy sigh.

"You okay?"

I smiled over at Static. "Yeah. I actually am."

"You sound surprised."

"Well, the sight of you with blood on your shirt sent me into a panic attack three weeks ago," I said with a laugh. "And now here I am, and after everything... I know I'm going to be alright."

He grinned down at me and pulled me into a hug. "I'm glad to hear that."

"It's because of you," I told him, the words muffled because my face was buried in his chest.

"No, it's because of you," he corrected.

"Both of us," I admitted. "And Butcher."

His eyes narrowed. "What?" he barked as I pulled away with a laugh.

"What did that asshole do?" But his lips were twitching.

I'd already told him about the training session. And how it had helped me. He was teasing me.

"Why is that dickhead's name coming out of your mouth right now?" he asked, glaring at me. He pulled me back into his embrace and I wrapped my arms around him.

"What about the others?" I asked. He'd mentioned they were all sitting in another jail downtown.

"Torres is working on it," he replied.

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