“You can’t believe anything my dad says,” I continue. “I know the drugs were in my house, but they weren’t mine. I’ve been arrested twice for possession. Look me up if you want. Felix Fields. I can show you my ID. I’ll cooperate. I just—could you maybe not ask me any more questions? Not that I have anything to hide. I’m just anxious around cops. Not that I have reason to be.” The fork rattles against the plate when I accidentally drop it. “I’m not nervous because I’m guilty. I swear.”
