“Hedy, those pieces of evidence haven’t passed the prosecution period yet. I can’t release your brother until at least seven days later. Don’t make things harder for me, okay?”
As soon as he finished speaking, his phone buzzed.
I caught a clear glimpse of the screen. It was a message from Debbii.
[Bryson, did you get the letter of forgiveness? If it’s too hard on Hedy, maybe don’t force her. I can go turn myself in. After all, everything is my fault. From now on, you and Hedy should live a good life together.]
The instant he read it, his entire demeanor turned frantic.
He yanked his hand free from mine and bolted for the door.
I bit back the pain in my wrist and caught hold of his sleeve again.
“Bryson! If you can’t let my brother out, then sign this promise instead!”
My eyes locked onto his, unwavering.
He stopped dead. He turned his head and looked at me in disbelief.
“You don’t trust me?”
I said nothing, only holding out the prepared divorce papers.
Just as I expected, Bryson—anxious to go to Debbii—didn’t even look at the documents in his hand.
He shot me a furious glare, then scrawled his signature across the page with a hard stroke. His voice dripped with mockery.