“He’s forty,” she says. She can see the policewoman’s eyebrow arch, just a fraction. “And you’re?” “I’m twenty-one,” she says. It’s no big deal, she wants to shout. Nineteen years. In a life of maybe ninety years. So what?
WOAHHH THAT… IS ILLEGAL NO JUST NO. WHY JUST LIKE WHY?! 😦
