Opening the interrogation room door, I saw him again - this shell of a man.

The person I once loved more than anyone.

I looked at him with complicated feelings. Yesterday we'd been so close, and now here he was in a cold interrogation room.

He looked much worse - tired, with dark circles under his eyes, his clothes all wrinkled. Must've been rough spending all night moving out.

I gave him a bitter smile: "How long did you plan this little ...