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 expected her to start yelling at me, or talk about how ungrateful and selfish Marcus and I have always been with her, never actually seeing her as our mother or always misunderstanding her intentions. But then, she suddenly broke down in tears. And the sight immediately fried my brain. I'd never
“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
I stared at him blankly for a full minute, not really sure what I was supposed to say to that. The silence was deafening, and I knew that I should say something. But I just couldn't think properly and I didn't know what to say."You're quiet," he said, tilting his head to the side. "Are you okay?""
ETHANThe funny thing about your home is that it will never change, no matter how many years you spend without coming back. You might think things are different, until you open the door and realise that everything is exactly as you left it, and that familiar smell will always be there. I didn't rea







