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
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
He slipped the ring onto my finger, then he stood up and wrapped his arms around me, lifting me off the ground and spinning me in a way that would've terrified me if I wasn't so happy. I was crying so much that I could barely see, and he just held me in his arms the entire time. We didn't move for
Ethan managed to get a dune buggy from the resort, and we swerved through the winding roads of Santorini, ignoring every red light. He had one hand on the wheel, and the other hand locked tightly with mine. Both of us were terrified at the thought of what Marcus could be up to right now, especially
We'd barely pulled up in front of the resort when Elizabeth burst out the front doors, her heels clicking against the stone like gunshots. "Where have you been?" she demanded, her eyes flicking between me, Ethan, and the slumped, hollow version of Marcus in the backseat. Then Emily came running ou







