After a long wait, they finally let her in.
The moment Keisha saw Sarah—pale, disheveled, and caged behind cold steel bars—something sharp twisted in her chest.
“Oh my God, Sarah…” Keisha’s voice cracked as she rushed to the cell. “What happened?”
Sarah, broken and barely hanging on, swallowed hard. “You believe me, don’t you?” Her voice was a whisper, fragile and fading. “I didn’t do this, Keisha. I didn’t shoot Kendra.”
Keisha’s head bobbed fiercely as she gripped the bars. “Of course I believe you! But you need to tell me everything. Start to finish.”
Sarah inhaled shakily and began recounting it all—how she’d gotten the mysterious message, gone to the riverbank, and found Kendra already on the ground, bleeding out.
Keisha cursed under her breath, shaking her head. “Damn it, Sarah
