The morning of my third interrogation came. I had gotten ready, knowing the end of it all. Two doctors walked me again to the interrogation room where I'd meet the detective as usual. To my surprise, it was someone else. It was a man, not a middle aged man, but a man that looked the age of my brother Marc. I had to admit he was very handsome and had very nice looks. For the first time, I felt something different from pain and regret, I felt shy.
One of the doctors brought out handcuffs and was about putting them on my wrists but then, he said he shouldn't. We both looked at him at the same time, that's never happened with the other detective before. The doctor obliged and left. I kept my gaze at him for a while, then he let a smile that made me bend my face down in shyness.
"Hi... I'm Steve Jones." He stretched out his hand for a shake.
I didn't know if to respond or not, it was odd. I'd never been...