Chapter 7 - The Confrontation
The metal door of Interrogation Room B clicked open with a loud, mechanical hum.
Trevor sat at the center of a small stainless-steel table, his head buried in his hands, his suit wrinkled and ruined.
He snapped his head up as I stepped inside, his eyes bloodshot and swollen from hours of weeping.
"Sarah!" Trevor gasped, scrambling to his feet, his handcuffs rattling against the metal anchor table.
"Thank God you're here! You have to tell them I didn't know anything about the powder!"
"Sit down, Trevor," I commanded, my voice flat, cold, and utterly devoid of emotion.
He slowly lowered himself back into the steel chair, looking at me with pathetic, desperate eyes.
"I swear to you on my life, Sarah... I thought Mom was just being overbearing," Trevor sobbed, wringing his cuffed hands.
"I didn't know she was hurting our boys! I thought she loved them!"
"You watched her slap me across the face beside our babies' coffins, Trevor," I reminded him, stepping closer to the table.
"You watched her grab my hair and slam my head into the wood until my scalp bled."
"And your very first instinct was to yell at me and defend her."
Trevor squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming down his hollow cheeks.
"I was scared of her, Sarah! She's controlled my whole life! She threatened to take away our house if I didn't obey her!"
"You traded the lives of your twin sons for a house, Trevor," I said softly, leaning down until my face was inches from his.
"You are a coward."
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"And as of this moment, you no longer have a wife or a daughter."
"I am filing for sole custody of Emma and executing an immediate divorce action before sunset."
