Tainted Grace

***Rafael***

I sat in the quiet interrogation room with a calm demeanor. Some would say arrogant: shoulders squared, cuffed hands resting on the metal table. But I'd say unshaken and unafraid.

It's been over an hour since I was dragged and dumped here like a worthless criminal, but they were highly delusional if they thought all it would take to break me was an arrest. Yet even beneath the bravado