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
I finally reached the door, but I was so jumpy and scared that I ran straight into someone who was climbing the stairs and just about to open the door. My hand immediately went up, and I let out a scream as I pointed the knife in his face. “Jesus Christ!” Ethan cried, raising his hands in surrender
I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Ever since my conversation with Mr Jones, I felt like something was definitely wrong somewhere. Could it be that I was walking into a trap?Surely not. Ethan would never do that to me. That sounded like something Marcus would do, not Ethan. Afte
I buried my face in the nook of his neck, inhaling his scent. He smelled so clean, with a deep, earthy scent that made me want to lick his lips exposed neck. He was so warm, and I never wanted to leave this spot. "Do you think he is plotting something?" I asked. "Better safe than sorry," he said.
"Good morning, Mr Jones," I said as I walked into the room. "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting.""The incomparable Miss Carson," he said with a smile, standing up and shaking my hand. “I wasn’t waiting that long.”“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” I said as I took the seat farthest away from







