Chapter 8 - Shattering the Barrier

Arthur stepped through the threshold, bracing himself for an interrogation room. Instead, the smell of vanilla and Sarah’s familiar floral perfume hit him like a physical blow. There was no glass. No steel wire mesh. It was a private family contact room. Standing mere feet away, without any barrier between them, was Sarah. She was shaking, her hands covering her mouth, crying tears of pure, unadulterated shock. Arthur stood paralyzed. He forgot how to breathe.