Chapter Twenty-Five
On the inside, time moved at the pace of a snail. So slowly that minutes blended into hours, hours into days, the routine so monotonous that it made you crazy, or catatonic. Either way, it broke you. Ty wasn’t exactly sure how many days had passed. He’d been transported back to Colorado, but he wasn’t exactly sure where he was within the system. The jail didn’t look like the one he’d remembered in Cañon City.
“Sloane,” a guard called roughly. “Time for your hearing.”
Dread settled in his stomach. He knew the drill. There was no use trying to explain himself, or denying that he’d been wrong. More than anything, he hoped Maybelle was okay. His heart squeezed painfully at the thought of her. And it blistered into a million pieces at the thought of her moving on, getting
