Dark. Theo had to focus on something, ground himself with something, just to keep from falling apart, so he picked the first thing on his mind. The room was dark. The room on the other side of the two way mirror, he presumed, was dark. The sky outside, judging by the time of day, would be dark.
His eyes would be dark now, in a way that no light would reach them.
Theo shook his head, trying to shake that last thought out of his mind. He could not focus on that. If he did, he'd break. Well now, that wasn't true. He was already broken. Broken in his very soul. He stopped again, attempting and failing to take a deep breath. He was slipping back into those thoughts. Thoughts of what had happened earlier. Thoughts of the people he thought he could trust. Thoughts of him-
The door to the room opened and the light clicked on, breaking the darkness and illuminating the table and chair across from him. If only there was an easy way to break the darkness in his mind. Two people walked into the room, one sitting across from him while the other lingered at the door.
"Mr. Adler?" The woman sitting before him asked, and it took all the effort in the world to raise his head.
He didn't know her. Brown eyes, reddish hair, a facial expression too grim to be from this town. There was an FBI ID pinned to her shirt, but he couldn't make out the name. He didn't bother to ask, either. Being polite was too much work right now. He glanced toward the door, his eyes resting on the blond man who stood there. The man who shifted awkwardly on his feet, unwilling to meet Theo's eyes, and for good reason.
"We'd like to ask you a few questions," The woman said.
"Not with him here," Theo said, his voice hoarse, his usually bright eyes still on the man.
"He's only here to check any information you might have-"
"I will answer any questions you want, but if he's in here, you'll have to cut whatever you want out of my brain." He looked back at the woman, not caring how his tone came across. He was nothing but darkness inside. His life was over, so what was the point of being nice? He didn't care anymore.
"Theo," The man began. "I know you're angry at me, but I swear, I didn't mean for-"
"I'm sorry," Theo interrupted. "But do you really think you have any right to speak to me now? Or ever again? Because you don't."
"I want him out." Theo repeated, staring at the woman. "You can check my information with him later. That's what normal detectives do. I would know." She hesitated, but then turned toward the man and nodded. Reluctantly, he left the room, the door shutting behind him. Sealing them in, the same way Theo had sealed himself shut.
"Speaking of what normal detectives do," The woman began. "Why don't we talk about how you're not one, Mr. Adler?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything," She clicked her pen, ready to note anything of importance he might say. "Start from wherever you think is best."
"Alright," Theo took a shaky breath and stared at her, knowing that if he looked away, he'd never be able to continue the story. "My name is Theo Adler, and my husband is Cyrus Mossberg."