Mark’s POVThe cell was quiet, but my mind was a war zone. I sat on the edge of the cold bench, elbows resting on my knees, fingers laced as I stared at the ground. I had counted every crack on the floor, memorized every shadow on the walls. And still, no answer.

Until the cell door opened.

I didn’t look up. Not at first.

Then her voice cut through the silence.

“It’s done.”

Alice.

My jaw tightened as I raised my head. She stood just outside the bars, composed as always, her lips ...