Chapter 27

One of the most painful things ever is sacrificing so much without making a difference; a waste of sacrifice.

- Grace Chanbee

[Justin's POV]

I sat in my cell with a bunch of mean-looking criminals whose voice were hoarse, harsh and who had an angry countenance.

I had been in prison for the past two days since Amber had left with her father and I hadn't even been allowed to make a call to Grams to know how she was faring.

I hadn't seen Detective Shawn since two days ago when I had agreed to convince Amber to go home on the condition that I was free to live as a free man.

However, to my surprise, he hadn't fulfilled the end of the bargain and I hadn't even so much as set my eyes on him since I was locked up in jail with hoodlums, awaiting for my case to be fixed in court and tried.

I heard a knock on the metal bars and I looked up to see the muscular warden of the prison cell.

"Justin Al-Hassan?" He called.

"That's my name," I said