Sienna’s POV
The next morning, I had no idea what to think when a bouquet of flowers was brought into my cell. We weren’t allowed to have glass, so the bouquet was in a simple plastic cup, used as a vase.
To my surprise, across the hallway from me, Claire received a similar bouquet in the same fashion, also with a cup for a vase.
Our eyes met across the bars. I wondered if she thought as I did, that this could possibly be some kind of poison or something.
Claire rolled her eyes at me. Oh, maybe she didn’t think that. Each of the flowers had a card attached. She snatched hers up in a flash and opened it.
“Ian…?” she said.
My heart leaped into my throat. At once, I grabbed my own note and opened it. Sure enough, there was a message.
Stay strong. From, Ian.
Without even meaning to, I
