Chapter 115: Behind Bars

Ella’s

The detention block was noticeably colder than I had anticipated. It was the type of cold that seeped deep through heavy concrete walls and settled like ice directly into your spine, refusing to leave. My heels echoed sharply with every measured step I took, each click slicing the oppressive, heavy silence that hung over the corridor. The two stern-faced guards who stood nearby kept their distance—they already knew exactly who I was and why I was ...