Artemis’ POV
I hadn't seen Ella since I dropped her off at her friend's apartment after we had lunch.
I had replayed our conversations in the car over and over in my head since that day. I didn't know why but I couldn't seem to get over the sound of her sweet laughter.
When Ella first got out of prison, she looked different, she was duller, slimer and the light I saw in her eyes the first time we met had been deemed.
Not that now was any different but she smiled widely both in my car and when we were at the restaurant.
It wasn't the tight lipped fake smile, instead it was the smile that lit up her face like a kid on Christmas day when he saw presents under the tree.
I had felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction knowing that I brought her smile back even if it was for a short
