SOLAYNE
I heard him move behind me. God, I didn't want that. I couldn't face him.
I stood, shivering, whimpering. His cologne hit me first and then he was there, stepping into my vision. He put his jacket around me.
I took a peek at his eyes, wanting to see if he was disappointed too. But his eyes looked too cold. Too indifferent.
I dropped my gaze.
Having him so close suddenly felt worse as the dam behind my eyes broke. "I didn't do it, Marshall. I didn't touch any drugs. I don't—I don't know how I ended up—" The words got stuck in my throat, tangled in chokes and shaky breaths.
Marshall watched me for sometime, then he pulled me into himself. I didn't take the hug for granted. I held him tight, weeping into his collars.
"It's fine. I believe you."
And until that moment, I didn't
