The medication started taking effect while Perek drove me to the police station in his car. Calls had been made, a babysitter for Annabelle lined up, all so that Chris and I could go to the police station that day instead of having to wait until the next. 
When we walked into the police station I expected to see bars and cells and prisoners but all I saw was a large waiting room and a nice looking woman behind a receptionist-like desk talking quietly on the phone. She politely asked the caller to please hold when we approached her.
“My name is Prinna Boudreau. I’m here to see Officer Briggs,” I said through the microphone on the glass window.
“Just one moment, I’ll let her know you’re here. Please have a seat,” she said nicely.
I didn’t have a seat. I couldn’t. I just wanted to focus on this being over. 
And then Chris flew in through the door in a sort of rage and encircled me in his arms like a scared child.
“I can’t believe they did this to her,” he said to Perek, as if I weren’t even there.
“Yeah, that call had her pretty shaken up,” Perek said. “I’m just glad you could get in today; I don’t know how she would have made it through the night.”