Chapter 159

In the prison, someone knocked on Danika’s cell. She looked up to find a police officer standing there.

“Danika Carter?” he asked.

Danika nodded slowly. She hadn’t done anything wrong, so she had nothing to fear. But the nervous feeling in her gut refused to subside as she rose from her seat and stepped outside the cell.

Her body ached from the beating she had taken a few days ago when she refused to share her bread with the bitch who thought she owned the whole prison.

But she shouldn’t have done that because it only ended with the woman’s fat fist in Danika’s face and other delicate places.

Shit. She hated this place, and only one person was responsible for sending her to this hellhole: Elena fucking Matthews and Simon fucking Walsh.

With a grunt, she followed the officer down a long, winding corridor to a small room. She recognized it as the room where prisoners were brought to meet their families or advocates.

“Have a seat,” the officer instructed, gesturing towards an empty chair.