Mikayla POV
“John, I’m fine, honestly. I can work,” I say into the phone.
Ryan had assured me I was safe—that Steven couldn’t come anywhere near me without going back to jail—and I believed him. He was trying to rattle me and freak me out for giving evidence against him, although I was extremely curious to know who the second witness was who had supposedly confessed that I was making everything up. We were completely alone that night on the beach apart from Marshall, and he couldn’t speak. My stomach began to feel heavy; I had so wanted justice for him, but Steven proved yet again he was still in control.
“I think a night off will do you good, kiddo. Your dad has told me what’s going on. Go out and have some fun; let some steam off.”
I let out a deep sigh as I dropped down onto the sof
