Brooke's POV
School started up again after the extra long weekend, and I found myself at school the following Tuesday, trudging my feet as I made it to my first class. I had woken up that morning with a voicemail from the police station. They had requested that I come in to answer some questions, and if I was up to it, talk with Daniel. My mind was a busy blur, and I couldn't focus on the class. James seemed to be antsy too, unable to sit still and take notes. He kept looking at me, looking nervous. When class ended, he caught up with me in the hallway.
"Chris told me about how you're going to the police station tonight. Do you want me to come?" he was looking at me tenderly, his dark eyes worried.
"If you want to you can, but I don't expect you to." I said.
"I want to be there for you
