Barbara's pov

“Get up. Someone came for you.”

I blinked wondering who it was. The cold metal bench biting into my skin. My hair was so unkempt. My jaw tightened.

"Who?" I asked, pushing my matted hair from my face.

The officer gave me a curt nod. "You’ll see. Come on."

I straightened my rumpled clothes and stepped out. My heels clicked against the tiled floor with rage.

And then I saw him.

Jeremy. My worst nightmare.

Impeccably dressed. Looking calm, but we both know his not.His ...