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
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
“I didn’t say it was about love,” I pointed out. “But it is written all over your face,” he said. “Do not be afraid, mademoiselle. Your heart will find a way through this. You know yourself better than you think you do. Trust yourself, and know that whatever decision you take is going to be the rig
“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
“We were inseparable,” he sighed. “Growing up with a twin, you kind of don’t even think twice about having them around. They’re just always there, and you kind of just grow up accepting the fact that you’re one half of a pair. At least that’s how I saw it. But Marcus wasn’t really about that. When w







