Hailey’s POVIt had been exactly two weeks, fourteen days, three hundred and thirty-six hours since Kingsley walked out of here a free man.And I was still here, no court date, no formal charge update, no progress and no hope of leaving at all.Just the slow erosion of time and hope.Prison had a way of swallowing days whole, morning blended into afternoon, into night, into another restless stretch of staring at concrete walls that did not care whether you were guilty or innocent.The first few days after Kingsley left, I kept expecting someone to call my name, to say there had been a mistake, to say new evidence had surfaced, to say I was being transferred, released or something.Anything.But nothing came.The silence was the worst part, It was not loud, It was not violent.It was quiet and suffocating.Every time Brandson visited, he tried to look hopeful but he failed woefully.I saw it in his eyes, the pity, the frustration and the guilt.He thought he had failed me.Maybe he had
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