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
“Does Brenda know?”He blinked at me confusedly, and then a flash of terror swept across his face. “You wouldn’t dare.”“You’re right,” I said. “I wouldn’t. Because unlike you, I do not turn around and stab the people I thought were my friends in the back.”I knew I’d struck a chord, because for on
MARCUSI thought nothing on earth would be able to spoil my mood that day, until I walked into the board meeting and heard the terrible news. “And there’s no way of turning this around?” I asked, a cold sweat breaking out across my forehead despite the air conditioning. Looking at the numbers, I co
MARCUS“Babe, are you awake?”I groaned as I rolled over in bed and stared at the clock. It was still dark outside, and I almost banged my head against the headboard when I saw that it was still 4am. “What is it?” I asked. “I think we need to talk,” Emily said. “It’s important.”“More important th
“Please tell me this is a joke.”Ciara looked like she wanted to murder someone. We were sitting in her office, and she was pacing the length of the room, her heels clacking on the tiles and filling the silence between us. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at her, or even say anything worthwhile. I







