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
“No, thank you,” I said. “I don’t smoke.”“Neither do I,” he replied, standing the pack in his coat pocket once again. “I just hang around with a lot of smokers.”“And you think it’s a good idea to just offer cigarettes to everyone you meet?” I asked with a raised eyebrow. “Well, you have to pick t
It wasn’t fair. I’d seen Marcus and Emily several times over the last few years, always at some sort of gala or dinner party, where they would smile and dazzle the cameras like they were America’s sweetest couple. Even though I tried to stay away from the news, I always saw posts of them all over so
MARCUSThere's just something so satisfying about putting a woman in her place. It's the most therapeutic thing you could possibly do, and it's so refreshing to know that where she might have thought she had the upper hand on you, it was never even a competition. Some women just deserved to be remin
THREE YEARS LATER Spring was in the air. I could feel it in the air, like a slight gust of wind that gently caressed my face as I walked down the street. The snow was melting on the sidewalks, and everywhere I looked, it looked like a little bit of colour was returning to the world. “Don’t you jus







