Chapter Fifty-Six
Sam
I walked down a long white hallway and followed a few officers to a big white door.
"Sam," one of the officers started, "We are putting a lot of pressure on your parents-"
"They have no cuffs on," another one began, "If they don't hurt you or Grace we will give them more freedom inside the house."
"We will be standing right next to them though, so don't worry," Officer Koenig said opening the door. I walked in after him and saw a man and a woman sitting in chairs next to a table.
"Sam," The woman said standing up. My parents sure changed from how I remembered them.
"When does Grace come in." I whispered to Officer Koenig.
"Soon," He whispered back, "just get comfortable with them." They walked me over to the table and my mom walked around and asked if she could hug me. I nodded and looked back at the officers. They nodded back and she hugged me tight. We sat down and started talking.
"So that's what our son turned into." My dad said. I smiled and my cheeks got hot.
"I'll get Grace, and we are going to be behind the glass." Officer Koenig said. The officers walked out of the room and I was alone with my parents.
"Grace?" My mother said, "Who is that?"
"She's my-" I started but Grace walked in, thank goodness.
"Hello," Grace said sitting down next to me, putting her purse down on the floor next to her. "I'm Grace, Sam's fiancé."
"Fiancé?" My mom asked, "Sam didn't mention that."
"Didn't get that far," I turned to her and smiled. "Sorry." She rested he head on my shoulder.
"That's ok," She whispered.
"So are you two planning to start a family? To carry on the Roth name." My dad asked. Grace looked up at me.
"Well yes," Grace started.
"Go Sam," My dad cheered.
"We tried, but I had a miscarriage." Grace finished. My mom gasped.
"I'm so sorry," She said looking away.
"That's ok." Grace said back. "So how cute was Sam as a little kid, I tried to imagine it but I really don't know how he looks."
"Oh, Sam was so adorable as a baby, he had light brown hair, which was adorable, and he had the same face shape though. Also his eyes stayed the same." My mom looked into my eyes and smiled.
Grace
Sam's parents were so nice; I couldn't believe that they would want to harm him. We talked for a while about nothing, but then we talk about what happened that dreadful day, with the bathtub.
"I don't know what got us like that." His mother sighed.
"Well if your child starts doing what Sam did, most people would do what we did." His dad said back. I didn't agree and I don't think Sam did either, but we all stayed quiet.
"It's over; I don't want to hear any more about it." Sam said getting up, out of his chair.
"Sam," I said, "Please." I pleaded. Sam sat back down and took my hand.
"Sorry." Sam whispered. He held my hand under the table.
"Why don't we change the subject? How have you been?"
"Well we have been in prison, so?" His mom said.