Anna’s POV
A few days passed, and Commissioner James truly kept to his word. Or should I say—he did even more than I expected. He found a way for me to talk to Trey in prison. I wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I knew I had to do this. There were too many questions that only Trey could answer.
I wore an all black outfit. Black trousers and a black top. My black shades covered half my face. I didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I wasn’t here as Queen Anna Turner today. I was just Anna, a woman on a mission.
When I arrived at the prison, the strong smell of coffee hit my nose immediately. It was sharp and bitter, just like I remembered it from government buildings. Officers were everywhere, dressed in full uniform with badges on their chests and guns strapped to their waists. The plac
