ALAINA’S POV

Dan came running toward me, holding a box of cake and some desserts. I froze in shock. My hands were still dirty from picking up bottles.

“Miss Alaina,” he said softly, stopping a few steps away so he wouldn’t startle me. “These are for you.”

I took a step back. My heart raced. What was he doing here? Was he really here to help me?

I didn’t trust easily anymore. Wolves who looked kind could still bite. Prison had taught me not to trust anyone.

Seeing my hesitation, ...