[Chrissy, for as brave as she's become, feels suddenly sick at the thought of stopping here. As much as she wants to believe that they're not going to know, she's afraid of what might happen if they do know.]
But what if they do?
[She whispers, holding onto him a little tighter. Her eyes watch all of the police presence, before she turns to look off to both sides.
I mean, I've never been to prison before. That's like jail, but worse.
[That's what she's assuming, anyway. It's unfortunate that the path ahead is the faster route, because she's seriously considering pleading with him to head off in another direction and see where that ends up. She knows she probably looks guilty, and the second they're questioned she'll probably burst into tears.]
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But what if they do?
[She whispers, holding onto him a little tighter. Her eyes watch all of the police presence, before she turns to look off to both sides.
I mean, I've never been to prison before. That's like jail, but worse.
[That's what she's assuming, anyway. It's unfortunate that the path ahead is the faster route, because she's seriously considering pleading with him to head off in another direction and see where that ends up. She knows she probably looks guilty, and the second they're questioned she'll probably burst into tears.]