LOGINThe sound of her heels echoed softly against the floor, swallowed whole by the sterile silence of the prison hallway. Each step felt like it was slowly bringing her closer to hell, but her back stayed straight and her head stayed high. She passed rows of locked doors, steel bars and bored guards, an
Three Months Later The fabric was soft against my skin, and so breathtaking that I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I sat in front of the vanity, my hands folded in my lap and trying to breathe evenly as the stylist added one final pin to my hair. I'd always thought I'd cry on my wedding day, but I ha
I was still holding Ethan's hand when the door creaked open again. At first, I thought it was a nurse or maybe a detective back with some update about Marcus's arraignment. But then I saw a cane, and a face I hadn't expected to ever see again. Richard Jones. Ethan froze beside me as he stepped int
I could have sworn I was dead. But then I found myself waking up in a room that was too white and too quiet, and the air smelled like disinfectant and something sterile that clung to the back of my throat. My body ached in too many places to count, and I wasn't sure at first if I was dreaming or i
When I opened the door to my office, I half-expected a ghost. But the man sitting across from my desk wasn't a ghost, even though he looked eerily familiar. He was in his mid to late fifties, wearing a sharp blazer with a well-kept salt and pepper beard, and the kind of eyes that looked like they ha
CALLAHAN The cold hit me the second I stepped outside, but I lit the cigarette anyway. I hadn't touched one in over three years (not since the Donovan case) but something about watching a pregnant woman get wheeled out on a stretcher with a bullet hole through her chest just made the craving imposs
My fingers suddenly wrapped around a familiar piece of paper, and my breath caught in my chest. I pulled it out and read it for the millionth time, and I once again debated whether I should call him or not. It had been three days since we came to Paris, and in that time, I'd thought about calling E
Paris was amazing. Something about the city just felt so...alive. You could feel it in the air, hear it in the music from street performers who set up shop along all the tourist attractions. You could smell it in the bakeries, with freshly baked bread every morning that made my mouth water. Waking
“How long have you lived in London for?” I asked after a brief moment of silence, because she didn’t look like she was going to say anything if I didn’t ask her a question. “Three years,” she replied, a brief shadow flashing over her eyes. “Is it that obvious that I’m not from here?”“It’s hard to
"So, do you think Thanos was right?""Huh?""In wiping out half of all life on earth, do you think his actions were justified?""Chris, you can't keep asking me hypothetical questions like this," I said. "We're supposed to be having a fun evening.""We are," he chuckled, placing his hand on my knee







