“What happens to me now?” I whispered the question that hung in the space between us.
Hunter glanced away from me. “Tomorrow will decide that. I need to go, but I’ll be back to talk to you some more. Try to get some sleep and not worry too much about it.”
“I don’t know if I can sleep when I’m going to prison for something I didn’t even do.”
“Try.”
“Will you tell me a bedtime story? It usually helps me to sleep.”
“I really should go, Cosmo.”
“Please. If you watched the tapes, then you know he would read me a bedtime story every night. It helps me to relax.”
He cast a look at the door, and I held my breath. He mumbled something I didn’t catch and took up a book from the stack he’d brought me earlier.