Selena's fingers traced the ragged edge of her torn dress, her breath catching in her throat. The tiny cell felt like it was closing in around her, suffocating her with memories she'd fought so hard to bury.
Jordan watched her, his bruised face a map of pain and anger. One eye swollen shut, the other drilling into her with an intensity that made her want to look away.
"Why?" he asked again. Just one word. But it carried the weight of years of secrets.
She laughed—a hollow, broken sound that bounced off the concrete walls. "Because I was afraid," she whispered.
"Afraid of what?" Jordan shifted, wincing as pain shot through his battered body.
Selena’s breath came in shallow gasps. She pressed her back against the cold wall, her nails digging into her palms. "I was afraid of the life Vic
