Thirty five

Arabella

When Jack asked me that question, something sparked in me. All of a sudden, my guard was up.

My time spent in prison is something I've never discussed with anyone else. I went through hell in that place. I was unfairly locked up by the two people I trusted the most in this world.

It's not a topic I'd like to talk about.

On the other hand, Jack has been nice to me. Him and I are close to the point that I feel as if I can tell him anything.

Do I really need to hide things from him?

He brought me out of that wretched place. If not for him, I'd still be rotting in that cell. I might have even been killed by Mia.

If there's anyone who deserves to know the truth, it's Jack. He's been genuinely kind to me without needing anything in return.

I feel as if I can trust him. He deserves to know the truth.

“Something happened” I muttered.

“What’s that?”

“I was in prison because I was framed”

There's no going back now. After I say this, I can't unsay it. I can't undo my actions.