Thank you, Candace.
Two police officers led a broken Nancy to the interrogation room. It was without a window and had a huge two-way mirror on one side. In the middle stood a table and two chairs facing each other. On the table were a mic and a camera. One officer had her sit facing the mirror. She sat down with tears running down her face. The two men left the room and a young woman entered with her badge hanging at the end of a neck lanyard.
"I am detective Lincoln, Sarah Lincoln." She sat opposite Nancy. "I know it's a very hard time for you right now, but we need to go through everything up to the point of what happened this morning in the parking lot of the liquor shop."
"I have already told the two officers everything, detective. It's been already four hours that I have been here and I need to go home to my family." Nancy stopped talking and started crying.
The detective turned around to the mirror and made a gesture. Immediately an officer walked into the room with a box of tissues, placed it on the table near Nancy and left closing the door behind him.
"My thirteen-year-old daughter needs me, I need to go," pleaded Nancy with tears in her eyes.
"I completely understand Mrs. Westford, but there were so much crying and sobbing that the two officers didn't understand anything. After your call to your parents, they drove to your house and they are with your daughter." The detective said in a soothing voice. "I have a few questions. We need to understand the whole situation." She held Nancy's hand. "This is not an interrogation, take it as a conversation between two adults, two women."
"I understand." Nancy sobbed.
"Do you want something to drink, Mrs. Westford? Coffee, water?"
"No, thank you. I'm good. Let's just finish with this conversation please. Where should I start?" Nancy picked up a tissue from the box and dried her tears.
"Let's say from the beginning."
"I was born Nancy Stewart. On my first day of Grade 1, the teacher made me sit next to Steve Westford. He was a very charming boy. He had those weird things for school like multicolored pens, a pencil with Mickey head at the top, a sharpener in the shape of a butterfly and a scented eraser. We became friends and during lunch time, we sat together. In the afternoon when my mom came to pick me up, he ran to us and gave me the pen." Nancy smiled. "Mom was surprised by his kind gesture. She told me afterwards that I already got an admirer on my first day of school. Since then, we were always together and we did all our classes together. Of course, we always sat next to each other. The whole school knew that we were inseparable. We lost our virginity together the night of our high school graduation. He has always been gentle and passionate."
"How about both of your parents?"
"They knew that we were in love since childhood and they were ok with that. We went to college; I took Business Admin and he chose Accounting. He has always been very good with figures. After college, he got a job as a junior accountant in a cosmetic manufacturing company and I went to work in the administrative section of a supply chain company. Three months later we got married. Steve was an only child and we stayed at my in-laws. Steve said that we could save the money of buying or renting a house for our children. A year later Stephanie was born, she was named after her dad. Steve was the happiest man in the world and I knew immediately that my daughter would become a dad's girl. After we brought our baby home, he was spending most of his time in her room, standing by her crib and either humming or singing."
"Was he neglecting you?" Lincoln asked.
"Oh no. He is...was a perfect gentleman." Nancy started crying again.
"Be courageous, Mrs. Westford."
"We had the help of my in-laws to look after Steph. Steve's mom was a housewife, she would take care of her when I went back to work. Steve has always called his parents by their first name, John and Mary. When Steph was growing up, she would call them by their first names too. A real dad's girl."
"How about your parents?"
"It was grandpa and grandma."
"It appeared that life was good. No mortgage, your daughter was being looked after by her grandma, sorry Mary. A loving husband and also a caring father. So, what went wrong?" Lincoln frowned.
"When living with the in-laws, it was like being watched every time. If I was late coming home from work, even ten minutes, Mary would ask if there was heavy traffic on the road. When I would go shopping alone, she would ask where I was going and the time I would be back. When I wore a tight dress for work, she would comment. It was as if I was living in a prison."
"Maybe she was overprotective. How about Steve?"
"Steve is the nicest person I have ever met. He would never say anything to hurt me. One day he told me that we were already in love before we were born. That's my Steve."
"Did you ever tell him about being watched by his mother?"
"No, never. He was so close to his parents that I never wanted to raise the issue. I knew that he would immediately search for a house and move out with his family. I didn't want this to happen." Nancy sobbed. "He promised to protect me, to care for me and to bestow all his love on me. He has always treated me like a queen."
"Do you want to take a short break, Nancy?" Lincoln asked in a motherly voice.
"No, let's finish with this. I need to go home."
"As you wish." Lincoln inhaled deeply. "What was the turning point?"
"After Steph turned eight, John decided to have an early retirement. He bought a three-room apartment in Naples, Florida near the beach and left the house to us. We only needed to pay the utilities, repairs and property tax. John and Mary were still the owners of the house. When they moved out, it was as if I gained my freedom back, but it was heartbreaking for Steve and Steph. I started to wear whatever I wanted. When I was late in the afternoon after work, I didn't have to answer to anyone. My colleagues who had always invited me to their girl's night out and to which I always refused before, were shocked when I turned up alone, one Friday evening, at the bar where they usually go."
"Steve agreed to let you go alone to these nights out?"
"Yes, indeed. He loved me so much and he never refused me anything. He trusted me more than anything else. In our group there were single and married women. Some were faithful to their boyfriends or husbands and some were not. Whatever happened during those nights out remained our secret. I had always drawn a line between myself and the men we met. Then one Friday evening I met a married man. We talked, we drank, we danced. On the dance floor, he pulled me tight against him and I could feel the bulge in his pants. It was exciting. After a couple of dances, he took me outside to his car which was parked in a far corner. He opened the rear door and bent me over the seat, pulled up my skirt and lowered my panties. I asked him to wear a condom. He opened the front door and removed one from the glove box. Without foreplay, he inserted his dick inside me and fucked me like there was no tomorrow. Each time he pounded into me, I could feel my juices dripping on the back seat. After he released all his cum inside the rubber, he removed it, tied it and zipped his pants. When he pulled me out of the car, I could still feel the pounding. He shut the rear door, thanked me for the fuck and gave me the condom full of his sperm. I could feel its warmth in the palm of my hand. He climbed into the vehicle and drove away. I threw the condom in a trash bin and walked to the bar."
"Why did you cheat on your husband?"
"Because I could. It was exciting and it was only sex. That night when I came home, Steve was already sleeping. I watched him and I cried. I promised myself that I would never do it again. Then I remembered that I already made one at the altar, in the house of God, in front of friends and relatives. I could not sleep that night, I hated myself. The following day I could not look him in the eye. He asked me if there was anything wrong. I lied, I told him that I was not feeling well. In fact, I was full of remorse. That night, as an act of repentance, to forgive myself, I almost killed him with sex. He filled all my holes and the following morning I woke him up with a blowjob."
"When did you next cheat on your husband?"
"I stopped going to the monthly girl's night out. Each time my colleagues invited me, I always found an excuse. Around six months later, while they were pleading with me to be present that evening, one of my colleagues, Carmella, the doyenne of our department, intervened on my behalf and told them that I was not interested and to leave me alone. Later during lunch time, she came to sit by me. She was mid 50's and already a grandma. She has never gone out with the colleagues. She asked me the reason I stopped with the girl's night out. I answered that I didn't want to cheat on my husband while being alone with other men. The temptation was there and at any time I could cross the line. She looked at me in the eyes and asked if I have already done it. At that particular moment I could not lie to her. I told her the truth and how it hurt."