When William returned with the police to ask Simone some preliminary questions, she had calmed down a bit.
Her eyes met William’s, and he didn’t hesitate to sit next to her, draping an arm around her shoulders in a manner so comforting, she almost melted, whereas the police officer remained standing.
“It is unfortunate what happened to you, Ms Prescott,” he began politely, and Simone understood at once that having William’s backing made all the difference.
She let out a noncommittal sound in response as she averted her gaze and sighed.
“Can you tell us exactly what happened?”
“I have been harassed for nearly a year and a half now, on and off,” she admitted sotto voce, and felt William stiffen from where he sat, next to her. “It started with sweet nothings that I thought nothing of it
