Gnawing discomfort begins to grow in me, fueled by the awareness that we are at the police station and the people inside there have nothing but hate. I am overwhelmed by Quinn's confession, I find it confusing and the timing doesn't give me a peace of mind. Is it a ploy to get back at me? I want to believe that he honestly feels something for me, the problem is that I can only reciprocate it with distrust and fear.

"Stay with me." He says as we step out and the cameras turn to us.

We push through the crowd of reporters that shove their microphones, phones, recorders to our...