Rachel's POV

I hugged myself with my hands sighing for the fifteenth time in the last hour.

Marina and Joyce were in the room with me yet I still felt lonely. I missed Ethan, so much.

No matter how much I tried not to think of him, or even to just forget about everything he did, I just couldn't, and hearing Joyce talk that he was around wasn't helping either.

I mean, why would a guy cheat on you, then after his girlfriend dies (PS, you're being blamed for the murder ), start doing everything he could to get you out of prison?

What the hell was that?

Was he...