Chapter 086

SARAH POV

I sat on the cold, unforgiving floor of my prison cell, knees pulled tightly to my chest. My thin prison uniform did little to shield me from the chill that seeped up through the concrete, but I barely noticed.

My mind was a chaos of thoughts, all circling back to that moment, replaying it endlessly.

I had been so close. The knife had felt heavy in my hand, a reassuring weight, as I had approached Jenna.

I was close to ending her life, the one who had ruined everything, whose mere existence had twisted my life into a nightmare.

I could still see her smug face, the casual way she moved through life as if she hadn't destroyed mine.

What happened? I was so close I could have stabbed her damned stomach.

Oh... Yes...

My fingers twitched involuntarily, remembering the grip of the blade. I had imagined the look on her face, the shock, the fear, as I ended it all.

My breath quickened at the memory, a mix of anger and regret surging through my veins.

I had wanted to see her suffe