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
The one I’d killed with my own hands. Eventually, they got tired of asking questions, and the detective slid me his card in case I remembered anything. I noticed the way he was staring at me, and I knew that he wasn’t buying my story. But there was nothing he could do without hard evidence. For tha
“Spoken like a true gentleman,” he laughed, grabbing his phone. “I will not be hanging around to watch you sink this company into the ground. You should expect my resignation soon.”He made his way to the door, and I gripped the edge of the table tightly to keep my emotions in check. But then he pau
"So, do you think Thanos was right?""Huh?""In wiping out half of all life on earth, do you think his actions were justified?""Chris, you can't keep asking me hypothetical questions like this," I said. "We're supposed to be having a fun evening.""We are," he chuckled, placing his hand on my knee
I love my job. I realise that every few people get to actually say that and mean it, but I do. There’s nothing quite as satisfying as doing something you love for a living, and knowing that you’re actually good at it. Social media was never my thing, and I hated the idea of people being influencer







