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Framed

Author: Veedolly
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-28 03:52:25

[Bianca]

"Bianca Campbell."

An officer's voice echoed through the cell block, startling me. I looked up from where I sat on the hard bench, my back aching from the endless hours of staring at the ground. The officer, a broad-shouldered guy with a slight frown and a ring of keys at his waist, nodded at me. "You're free to go. Someone posted bail."

I stood up, brushing my hands against my jeans as his keys rattled within the lock. He pulled the cell door open. "Come on out."

I walked out of the cell with my head down, my heart pounding, trying to think of an explanation to make what I did sound right.

As soon as we rounded the corner into the waiting area, there he was, in dark shades and a purple hoodie: Grayson. The only person I'd thought to call. I broke into a run and threw myself into his arms, burying my face in his chest.

His strong hands enveloped me. I'd promised myself I wouldn't cry—I really had. But the moment he began to rub gentle circles on my back, my resolve melted. I
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