Jack
The cold stone beneath me felt more like a coffin than a cell. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and no matter how many times I racked my brain, the memories refused to surface.
There was nothing but a void where the night should have been - a black hole swallowing my mind, mocking me with its emptiness.
I couldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t. Sarah was kind, cheerful, always looking out for Nina, even though we don’t talk. The sight of her broken body haunted me, even though I couldn’t remember seeing her like that.
My gaze wandered to the faint bloodstains on my hands, and my stomach churned. How had they gotten there?
Scarlett’s voice replayed in my head, calm but unyielding: If you’re innocent, the truth will come out.
Was that hope or a warning?
I leaned my head back against th
