Chapter Two Hundred Twenty One

Emily.

It’s still hard to believe that I have been in this damn place for months now, and what’s more unbelievable is that my trial starts tomorrow. Un-fucking-believable! I can’t believe I would be trialed when I have no hand in whatever Ryan did. True I called him, I planned to take what was mine and give him what he thought was his, that was the only thing I did. I didn’t plan for him to hire those thugs and guns.

I didn’t plan for him to shoot those cops and Henry, I had no hand in any of those things but no matter how much I tried to prove my innocence, no one was ready to listen to me.

I pace around the little room I was placed in—all because of Henry. After he left that day, I was checked by the annoying doctor before being taken to this room. It was the smallest prison I had ever seen and that wasn’t the only thing bothering me about it, I wasn’t the only one in it. The place was small for one person not to talk to three other people.

Those stupid cops definitely do not kn