Chapter 46
Emily's POV
I hated the oh-so-familiar stench of prison.
I hated how the s*x-deprived inmates stared at me, as though they wanted me to come closer—just a little closer—so they could stick their lewd tongues into my mouth and other places I would rather not think about.
The policewoman escorting me seemed to be voted to death. It was almost as though she would give anything to be away from here, even her soul.
“Inmate seventeen, you have a guest. Come quickly,” she yelled, boredom dripping from her voice.
I wondered why they built their cells this way.
Why everywhere reeked of hate and disappointment.
But his cell—his cell was normal. The only thing that reeked in it was the overwhelming stench of cigarettes.
“Greg?” I asked, my voice failing me as I stared at him.
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