Nicolle's POV:

“Damn it!” I cursed under my breath because no escape plan could form properly in my head as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, confusion and determination warring within me.

The room was private, surprisingly so, why put a supposed criminal in a private ward? Maybe they thought I'd be less trouble here, handcuffed to the bed like some animal. “Shit!” An idea suddenly sparked in my mind so I reached up to my hair, searching for the pins I always kept tucked away. ...