MasukThe 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
The Holloway penthouse was at the very top of the Crawford building, which overlooked most of the Upper East Side. From the moment the building came into view, I could tell that we were in for a spectacle. But when Ethan narrowed his eyes at the building, I leaned over and placed a hand on his lap.
“Well, we have,” I said. “And so far, things have been going smoothly. Once we add Holloway Timepieces to our clientele lineup, then everything will be so much better.”“No business talk during the party, dear,” he said, wagging his finger in a cautionary way. “We’ll discuss everything after the par
“You want us to sell our watches to children?” he asked, his eyebrow rising about half an inch more. I could tell he was just trying to intimidate me, but I wasn’t going to back down from this. Even though I’d never faced a hardened client like him before, I knew my way around pigheaded men. And I k
He cocked his head to the side as he contemplated my answer, and he seemed satisfied when he nodded and stared at the water. “What about you?” I asked. “What does love mean to you?”“Home,” he said quietly. “Love is that feeling you get when you feel like yourself with someone. Home isn’t a place.







