ere for hours, the metal of the handcuffs biting i

y Clark, was driving the car. He doe

just looked at me wit

ment. She was hysterical. Said you confessed everything to her. Your 'cousin-in-law' backs

I said, my

We see it all the time. The only thing different here is you're

atch in the reflection of the camera lens. A detail I knew would not be missed. They

arship student from a dusty little town, smart and ambitious, but always struggling. I fell for her hard. I paid for her t

ust needed a place to stay for a bit while he found a job in the city. I was he

little too comfortably. I'd told myself I was being paranoid, jealous. I was the laid-back o

n. A guard stood there. "

a of power that made him seem to fill any room. Beside him was Mr. Hughes, our family's fixer,

e was no sympathy in them, only a cold, burning rage. He had hired the best legal t

ly spoke, his voice a low growl. "You have brought sha

d, my voice cracking. "Gabby

ty. And right now, the whole city perceives you as a

n, it was chaos. A wall of cameras and microphones shoved i

hy did you fl

u tried to bri

any remorse f

eady gathered. They held up signs. "JAIL THE RICH BRAT." "NO BAIL FOR KILL

in a cage. As we pulled away, I saw it on the giant screen in a nearby plaza. My mugshot. My tired, defeated face, the absur

d begun. And my own w