Marissa POVAfter my brief conversation with Caden, I'm escorted back to my cell. I don't see or hear from him again.Two days pass. Then three.By the fourth morning, the familiar clanking of metal makes my stomach tighten. I expect the cellmate I've been dreading.Caden already made it clear we won't see each other again until my sentence is over. I know that.Still, some tiny, foolish part of me had hoped…I don't let myself finish the thought.I lift my head when the bars swing open and the guard stands outside. Alone."Get up.”I sit straighter."You're being transferred."At this point, I barely react. What's the use? I've stopped expecting anything good to happen. I'll serve my sentence, pay whatever fine remains after I'm released.Then I'll leave for the East Coast.That plan hasn't changed. Except this time, I'll ask Caden for a rejection.He didn't mention it during his visit, but he has probably thought about it too.Whatever the bond says... No matter what Tanya wants...
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