45 Sunday 5 August, 3.15pm.
It’s odd knowing I’ll only be in this cell for another few hours. Although I hate it here, I know it. Brian comes to me regularly and does what he can to comfort me. The police officers who work in the custody suite have been good to me, too. Not DI McKenna. She can go f**k herself.
I’m absolutely dreading the thought of going to the remand prison. At least here I’m on my own, not thrown in with other prisoners. I just can’t bear the thought of having to be on a wing with murderers and violent criminals for the next three months. It’ll finish me.
A large part of me just wants to end it all. Find the perfect opportunity to make a noose and kill myself. But then I’d have no way of ever proving my innocence. I’d go to the grave a criminal. Not only would I leave
