Gwen sat up within the bed she was forced to share with Owen, thinking of how it was she got herself into this mess. She knew she had made mistakes, she knew she had caused pain-but she also knew that she didn’t deserve to spend the rest of her life in prison for loving someone like Deacon. While unable to sleep, Gwen slid her way from the sheets and into the bathroom, where she stole her phone from the charger and tried to get ahold of Deacon. Although she had spent the better part of an hour having sent texts and even trying to call him-it was proving to be of no use. Instead, she received the sound of his voicemail or silence in regards to a text. As she slid her way back beside Owen, she did the best she could to fall asleep, only finding this possible through the pure exhaustion she f
