Chapter 1
Willow’s POV
“Get your f*****g hands off me,” I snapped, twisting my wrists against the cold metal cuffs as Deputy Mills shoved me through the front door of the sheriff’s station.
My heart hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.
The little general store bag with the stolen lipstick and candy still sat on the seat of his cruiser outside, evidence of how stupid I’d been.
Nineteen years old and I couldn’t even swipe a few cheap things without getting busted in this shitty small town.
“Watch your mouth, girl,” Mills grunted, his grip tight on my arm. He marched me straight past the front desk and down the narrow hallway toward the interrogation room.
The place smelled like burnt coffee and old wood. My cheeks burned with humiliation.
Everyone in this town knew my
