Suspicion Rises

Her chest heaved as she shook her head continuously. “No”, was all she could manage to say. She sat in the back of the police station in a room specifically designed for questioning. The air was stale as it filled her lungs, and the incandescent lighting shone so bright it gave her a headache, amongst other things. Just two weeks ago everything had been fine. Now, her lover was three court dates away from a potential jail sentencing, and she was one more question away from blowing up.

Things were so screwed up, and there was little to nothing she could do to help, other than tell the truth. She solemnly swore to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, and she was. She just didn’t plan for things to be so hard. Had they known Regina they would know she wan’t capable of committing such acts.

“Ma’am, How do you know the defendant, Ms. Mills?”

Such a simple question had brought back so many memories. The woman had met two years back, on complete accident. Then again, all great loves were never planned or set up.

“She’s my wife.”
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Rated M for eventual smut, and some light descriptive scenes regarding what happened with Regina, and why she might be being prosecuted.