Emerald's POV
Darkness.
I've been in the darkness for a long time that I can't even remember how long I've been here.
A day? Two days? Three or more?
Time is different when you're in the darkness. You can't really tell.
I sat on the cold hard floor, deep in my thoughts.
How did I end up here? I've probably asked myself this a thousand times.
I keep wondering how I got framed for a crime I didn't commit. I'm also wondering how someone could be cunning enough to orchestrate everything in a way to make me look guilty.
Who could have done this to me? And why?
My mind kept going towards Ava but I still can't fathom how she would have pulled this off.
I've been asking myself so many questions.
How did they get my fingerprints to the crime scene? How did they get my blood?
