Page 56 of Love Off Script

“Thanks.” I left my sock and shoe off, and a nurse came and wheeled me to a private room. “Where is Caz?” I questioned before she could leave me there alone.

“I don’t know who that is, but the police need to speak with you.” She shut the door, making me feel like I was about to be interrogated.

There was a knock, and the door opened before I could tell them to come in.

“Ms. Wilbers, I’m Officer Babbs.”

“Hello. Is Caz okay?” Hopefully, he would be more helpful.

“I’m here to discuss Davia Mikaelson.” He opened his notebook and positioned his pen in place.

“What do you mean?”

“How long have you known her?” His voice was laced with suspicion.

“I don’t know her.” What was he getting at?

“Tell me how you knew she was there and drugged Ms. Montgomery.” He tapped his pen impatiently.

“I didn’t know any of that. When I showed Matrix the text from Caz that said she was back with Davia, he said something was wrong and he was going to check on her. But I wasn’t about to let him go alone because Caz is… special, and I wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“Interesting.” He wrote something down.

“Am I a suspect or something? Ask Caz. She’ll tell you I’m her…” How did I finish that?

I definitely wouldn’t say girlfriend after two kisses. Even if they were mind-blowing, I wouldn’t be the one to jump the gun.

“Don’t tell me how to do my job, miss.” He gave me a stern look, and I buckled.

“No. I’m not.” Hot tears rolled down my cheeks. “I just want to be there for her, but I feel like I’m somehow in trouble.” I didn’t handle punishment well, especially when I didn’t deserve it.

“Please don’t cry. I’m sorry.” He handed me a tissue. “It’s my first day on the job, and I want to impress the boss.”

I sniffled. “By making me cry?”

“No!” He shook his big bullhead. “If I caught something they missed, it would make me look good.” He hitched a shoulder up nonchalantly, and I narrowed my eyes.

“So you have no authority to interview me in this manner?”

He appeared scared as his eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Miss. I was merely asking the questions that seemed relevant. I want to clarify that I wasn't accusing you of anything.”

“Then let me see Caz, and I won’t report you.” I had no idea if I could report him or not, but the emotional blackmail seemed to work because the next thing I knew, he was wheeling me to her room.

“Are you okay?” I questioned as soon as I saw her lying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

“Dandy. How are you?” She shuddered as she took in my foot.

“It looks worse than it is. What did you find out?”

“Nothing I couldn’t have guessed. There was ketamine in my system. The cops found some embarrassing photos of me and them on their phones, but I was still in the clothes I had on, so they don’t think there was foul play.” Her voice was almost robotic. “Oh, they also took my underwear.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry, Caz. How do you feel… emotionally?”

She shrugged. “I guess… stupid for believing Davia could ever change. And violated.”

That was what I had been afraid of. What if the kiss was a trauma response? Or drug-induced?

“You’re not stupid, and this isn’t your fault.” I moved my chair toward the bed, but I didn’t touch her.