The heavy doors of the Criminal and Justice Division building closed behind them, shutting out the cold, tense atmosphere of the interview room.
Eric took a deep breath of the outside air as he led Delia down the stone steps. As they reached the bottom of the steps, a figure hurried towards them. It was Catherine. She looked as though she had rushed out of her house without a second thought. Her hat was slightly crooked, and her shoes, two different shades of brown, were mismatched. One of her gloves was lace while the other was plain leather. Her face, however, was etched with concern.
"I heard what happened," she said, her voice breathy and anxious. She reached for Delia's arms, her eyes scanning her daughter's face. "Are you hurt? Are you alright?"
