(Helen's POV)
He's sitting on the bench against the wall, looking at me with an expression I can't read.
I immediately turn back to the officer. "You can't put me in here with him. He's—he's the one who—"
"Cell's full elsewhere. You'll have to share." The door slams shut before I can protest further.
I'm locked in with the man who destroyed my life.
For a moment, we just stare at each other.
Then everything I've been holding in—the fear, the horror, the rage—explodes out of me.
"YOU!" I launch myself at him. "You ruined everything!"
My hands find his shirt. I'm pulling. Hitting. Screaming.
He doesn't fight back at first. Just takes it all with a smug grin on his face that makes me angrier.
"Those photos! That article! You released then, didn't you? They were your doing! You—"
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