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
“I’m sorry too,” I replied, tears pooling in my eyes. “I’m so sorry for not telling you the truth, Ethan. I wanted to tell you so many times. The truth was eating me up inside. I was so ashamed, especially with how you found out.”“I get it,” he said, pulling back to look into my eyes. “I understand
I walked out of the room, and made sure to lock her in before I walked away. I half-expected to find Carlos and the other staff gathered outside the door, begging for my forgiveness. But thankfully they all made the right decision to go about their business. I made my way up to my room, where I took
It's funny how you don't notice the little things sometimes. When there's something right in front of you, you spend so much time with your attention elsewhere, never truly noticing the beauty in the little things. Take waking up, for example. It's such a normal, mundane thing. You open your eyes s
MARCUSI couldn’t stop thinking about Olivia the entire day. The prospect of seeing her again was like a shot of cocaine straight to my brain, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. I imagined her standing in front of me again, my fingers in her hair, my lips on her neck, while she sighed and moaned







