As Heather escorted me out of the cell, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. I was going to be in front of Reagan once again and the last times we had seen each other hadn't been great. The last time had involved a lot of fighting and the most recent one was what led to me being thrown inside the dungeon and now, he had demanded to see me. I was being led to him, carrying a secret I wasn't sure I was ready to face, let alone reveal it.
Heather walked behind me, walking in the same slow pace as I was. She could tell that I was deliberately walking slowly because I wasn't ready to face Reagan but still she didn't question me or hurry me up.
"Everything is going to be okay." Heather spoke, her voice soft and reassuring.
