Chapter 128

Nora POV

The holding cell door clangs shut behind me and I stand there for a long moment, feeling the orange jumpsuit scratching against my skin. The fluorescent light overhead never seems to turn off. It hums like it’s mocking me.

I sink onto the thin mattress and take a deep breath. The woman already in the cell doesn’t look up right away. She’s older, maybe late forties, with hair pulled into tight cornrows and arms crossed over her chest. Tattoos crawl up her forearms bearing names, dates, and a small cross. She finally glances my way.

“New fish,” she says, her voice low and gravelly. “What’d they pin on you?”

“Murder,” I answer. No point in lying. Pretty sure everyone in here already knows my face from the news.

She snorts. “High profile. They love those. Means the guards watch