Kaia’s POV

The air inside the prison was always dry.

A recycled kind of dead—too clean, too sterile. It clung to your throat, clashed with memory, and stripped even the fiercest anger down to silence over time.

But today, silence wasn’t an option.

Not after he walked out.

Brian.

With that smug, righteous look on his face. As if telling the truth earned him a redemption arc. As if he hadn’t once been just as greedy, just as complicit.

He thought walking away with clean hands now ...