Mag-log inThe 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
But was that worth going back?I could always just keep my head low and try to avoid any situation where he would know I was back in the States. As long as we never crossed paths, how would he ever know that I was around? Manhattan was a big place. And there was no way we would ever run into each ot
“So, are you going to do it?” Rachel asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. We were sitting on the balcony, eating a pizza and listening to the neighbours arguing over the broken sink. “It’s a fucking big deal,” she said. “You’ll be Joanna’s equal, and you get to run your own branch however you want it
I don’t remember how long I spent sitting there, wondering what I was going to do about this. Common sense told me to call Chris, but my heart told me to call Ethan. I eventually decided to give up, and I went back to the office with my heart in my stomach and my mind racing all over the place. As
“Okay, spill,” Jess said, leaning over my desk and narrowing her eyes at me. “You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from Paris. Did something happen out there?”I looked up and simply smiled. I’d been trying not to think about Paris ever since I got back, but that was easier said than don







