Chapter 43

Rowan

I should be livid, however, I was amused at how far Madeline blew up this matter. She'd contacted journalists who had their microphones nearly poking my face the moment I stepped into the lobby.

If there was any trace of anger left in me, it was directed at myself for undermining the strength of those people.

They should be the ones in this cell for hurting Lola. They should be hiding their faces in shame for doing something so terrible to a girl that they were supposed to protect.

I leaned against the wall, my hands folded and my knees propped up while I waited for my...