Gio POV
Over the years, I grew used to Sasha’s tantrums and overly dramatic reactions to everything that didn’t go her way. But, as Jenna and I walked down into the cells, for the first time, I knew that she wasn’t putting on a show; Sasha was hurting, and there wasn’t anything I could do about it. I could barely see her silhouette in her cell, but my feet wouldn’t carry me down the skinny hall to where she was; I didn’t think I was ready to face her yet.
Jenna gave my hand a gentle squeeze then slowly made her way down to stand before Sasha’s cell. I could see that she wanted to step closer, but she remembered her promise to me and stayed away from the bars.
“Sasha? That’s your real name, right? Can I do anything to help make this easier for you?” Jenna asked. Sasha didn’t
