(Jessica's POV)
The jail cell looks exactly the same as before.
Same gray walls. Same metal toilet in the corner. Same thin mattress on a steel frame that's somehow both too hard and too soft.
But this time feels different.
This time, there's no Devin Finley to post bail. No connections to pull strings. No hope of walking out in a few hours with a slap on the wrist and a stern warning.
This time, I'm truly f****d.
I sit on the edge of the mattress, my orange jumpsuit scratching against my skin, and try to process how everything went so wrong so fast.
The park. The knife. Dustin throwing himself in front of Sabrina.
All of it captured on multiple cameras. Witnessed by dozens of people. Including children who will probably have nightmares about the crazy lady with the knife for years
