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Roman came back exactly five minutes later, his expression grim but resolved. “It’s handled,” was all he said. “What’s handled? […]

Juliette woke at 3 AM to the sound of screaming. She bolted upright, heart hammering, disoriented in the darkness. It

The drive to her parents’ house felt like heading toward an execution. Roman sat in the passenger seat of her

Roman on her couch was a study in contradictions. He sat with careful stillness, like he was afraid of taking

The media circus started at dawn. Juliette woke to the sound of her phone ringing nonstop—blocked numbers, unknown callers, voicemails

Juliette woke up to seventeen missed calls. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, squinting at the screen in the

Juliette sat in her car in the Ironwood parking lot for twenty minutes after the ceremony, staring at nothing. Her

Ironwood Correctional Facility looked exactly like every prison movie Juliette had ever half-watched through her fingers—all concrete and razor wire

The lawyer’s office smelled like old leather and desperation. Juliette Sinclair clutched her purse tighter, feeling the worn strap dig