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Blue's POV

It was a week now after that incident, yet I couldn't stop thinking about Becca's last words to me.

What was she talking about?

Her sudden switch from being my best friend to something else was something I just couldn't comprehend no matter how much I thought about it.

Sliding through the wall to the floor, I pulled my feet to my chin, the merry laughter of my prison mate from the other room filling my ear.

Because of my previous status as the daughter in law of Victor Reece, I was given a private cell as I awaited my trial.

According to him, that was the last thing he could do for me and he will never forgive me for killing his son’s best friend.

“Breakfast is ready.” The warden said, pushing a tray into the room.

“You should eat… you wouldn't want to embark on the journey of eternity with an empty stomach.” His words were followed by laughter from his colleagues.

Ignoring their mocking words, I dug into my meal which I finished in a few minutes.

Now pacing around the room with my hands crossed on my chest, I thought hard and long concerning the event of a week ago.

Up until now, I have no idea how I found myself in Caruso's hotel, not to talk of being in a room with Archer where he was killed.

“Caruso happens to be at the hotel that morning because of the caretaker’s distress call.” I mumbled.

The reporters must have received a tip from the chef but Becca was more ready than the rest of them making it seem like she had firsthand knowledge before then.

Her aggressiveness while questioning me left a strong impression in my head; it was as if we had fallout before then.

“I told you, didn't I?” I quoted her words in my head, tilting my head to the side.

“Are you still thinking about that scumbag?” Immediately, I swirled around only to see a lady dressed up in a prison uniform just like me.

“Let's have a long talk before you are executed tomorrow.” She laughed, pushing a pin into the lock.

Yanking the gate open, she said, “You can call me Feebee.”

Unsure of what was going on, I reluctantly pulled my feet towards the gate and with just a few feet away, she pulled me out.

“I hate slow people.” She huffed, pulling me to only God knows where.

At the end of our walk, our destination turned out to be the common ground that was littered with people.

“Are you surprised?” She laughed, giving my side a nudge.

“There are tons working on the site at the moment.” Smacking her lips, she added, “Half of the country is filled with criminals, only a quarter is behind bars while the rest are allowed to roam freely.”

This was the first time we met but she was relaxed and friendly.

We don't know each other but she acts like we have known ourselves for a decade, making my skin crawl at the thought of it.

“Why are you being nice to me?” I asked, unable to keep my curiosity to myself anymore.

“I’m a nice person.” She cranked her head to the side.

“That's not the reason.” I snarled.

“I like you.” When I wouldn't release my grip on her wrist, she muttered, “We committed similar crimes.” She shrugged.

Biting my lower lips, I wanted to yell at her for insinuating I was a murderer but that was only going to draw unnecessary attention which I wasn't prepared for.

Pressing my lips into a thin line, I lowered myself on the huge piece of rock with my hands folded in front of me.

“Are you going to allow the government to punish you for a crime you know nothing about?” She asked all of a sudden.

Raising my brow, I tried to speak but she hushed me.

“What do you think?”

“Huh?” She was making me confused even more.

“Prison break?”

Stunned, I rose instantly.

“Come on, no one would be able to escape from this facility; the security here is tight.”

“I wished I would be able to escape though.” She sniffed.

Offering her a napkin, I made her sit on the rock I was occupying, “You shouldn't cry.” I tried to comfort her but with each passing minute, the intensity of her cries doubled.

“I don't regret killing them.” She grimaced. “If I had the chance to burn them to ashes, I would have done so.”

All of a sudden, she burst into laughter, causing me to crease my brow.

“Who the hell are you?” I snapped, grabbing the cuff of her uniform.

Smirking, she pushed her hand into her pocket only to retrieve an ID card.

She was the lawyer I have been dreading meeting.

“You wouldn't grant me an audience; this is the only way I could think of.” She ratted out while I rolled my eyes in anger.

“I don't want a lawyer.” I huffed and with anger running through my veins, I stomped towards the building.

“But I want to help.” She yelled after me. “I'm going to make sure you get a lighter sentence if I don't succeed in proving your innocence.” She held my hand but I pulled away from her grip instantly.

“Who sent you? Is it Caruso?” I asked with a voice barely above a whisper.

The last time I saw Caruso was at the hotel.

A day after I had been detained, the family lawyer came in with the divorce agreement with the spot meant for Caruso signed; left with no choice, I signed my part.

“I’m a public defender. I just happened to be interested in your case.” She shrugged, a little smile spreading on her lips.

“I have a motive for his murder.” I mumbled, “How are you going to fix that?”

“Don't tell me you're succumbing to the story Becca Warren released last week.”

Fueled with anger, I stormed off, unwilling to hear whatever she wanted to say.

The next morning came quicker than I had expected.

Solemnly, I made my way towards the bus with other prisoners who also had trials.

“I wouldn't be returning here.” I muttered, wiping my eyes with the back of my palm as I reminisced of how miserable my life had always been.

Abandoned by my parents, I was raised and lived the first twenty years in a foster home until Caruso came along.

My savior as I had referred to him wasn't mine after all.

“Here they come.” The clamoring outside the bus brought me back to consciousness; I just realized we had arrived at the courthouse.

Once again, Becca was there, wielding her microphone.