Defended

Defended

And in that moment, I realized I had defended him too much. I had come to his aid one too many times. I had trusted him way more than I should have.

The cold handcuffs clicked as they closed around my wrists and the office shoved me toward the waiting squad car. Putting his hand on my head, he put me in the car and shut the door. Tapping the hood of the car, he turned his back on me.

handcuffs

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