He’d been arrested. After everything that had happened, after months of living in a world where practically every move I made had to be explained, proved or defended, he was finally somewhere he couldn’t get to me. And I was still sitting in the police station. For once, nobody was demanding anything from me. The police asked if I needed a break. They got me juice. They gave me time. Nobody shouted because I couldn’t remember something immediately. Nobody accused me of lying