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LYNN'S POV

It smelled awful here. Like bleach and stale crackers. Weird concoction. I've never been in jail before. My nerves were shot and nobody was giving me any answers. All I knew was that I had been arrested for aggravated assault and distributing sexual images to a minor. I've done neither of those things, and can't help but wonder who the hell set me up. Two faces come to mind: Brooke and Monique's. I knew in my heart that one or both of them had set me up. There wasn't anyone else, right? Maybe Noah?

I hated being a sitting duck. There was nothing I could do behind bars. Drake must have felt this way when he was locked up, too. I felt helpless and I hated it. I've paced through my cell for the last hour, gnawing on my fingernails, but I've been in here for much longer. I had no way of telling time, but I knew it had been several hours. The sun had set through the tiny window across from my cell not long ago.

A loud buzzing broke me away from my thoughts as I ran to the bars.
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