Mag-log inThe 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
By the time the sun started its slow descent over the horizon, I was finally starting to feel like myself again. The fresh sea breeze had done wonders for my mood, and for a few hours, I could almost forget that I was on a yacht with a man who could possibly be a killer. But just as the yacht retu
I know I can be an over-reactor sometimes. And maybe I went a little overboard with the whole yelling thing yesterday. But after my conversation with Ethan, and a very long, steamy and passionate night, I somewhat came to my senses, and I was able to calm down. I didn't feel the need to put a bullet
I didn't know what I expected when Ethan said we were going camel riding along the cliffs of Santorini, but I was definitely not prepared for how ungodly tall those things were. "This thing is looking at me like it wants to poke my eye out," I said, staring up at the camel I'd been assigned. It bli
There were many things in life that I would consider impossible. Forgiving someone who threw me under the bus was one such thing. Especially when they did it over a man. I could forgive a lot of things, and I wanted to believe that a part of me could forgive her for what she had done. But pretendi







