M A R Y
"you're free to go, miss miller."
what?
"excuse me?" I asked, looking up at the guard meekly. there was no way. the trial wasn't to be until a week from today. "im free? as in.. out?"
he nodded. "charges have been dropped. you're free to go."
it was almost like a miracle, because I would have never expected him to have so much mercy on me as to drop the charges completely. he could've sued me into hell, or maybe had me spend some time behind bars. but he didn't.
so as I walked into the fresh, crisp air, it was decided that the first thing I was going to do would be to thank him.
but first, I would have to find him.
I know that you're probably wondering why I was in jail or who this mystery man is that got me there in the first place.
so maybe I should start from the beginning and explain how this whole thing started.
this might sound a little crazy, but it all started with a leather journal.
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omg I am so excited for this I couldn't wait to start on it. thanks god I finished that other book haha :) who else is excited?
first chapter coming soon!
-amira