They left me alone in that room for what felt like hours, though it was probably minutes-minutes to replay every stupid thing I'd said, every sentence that would end up twisted into evidence.

The door finally opened. A guard gestured for me to stand.

"Let's go, Sterling."

My legs felt heavy as I pushed myself up, the handcuffs biting into my wrists. He guided me down a narrow hallway, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, and I could hear a familiar angry voice ahead.

"-don't care what time it ...