Chapter 15

Tristan stood in the corridor of the psychiatric hospital, the cold white fluorescent lights stretching his shadow long across the floor. In his hand was a file that listed every one of Cassie's crimes over the years. They included embezzlement, corporate fraud, intentional injury, and even how she meticulously planned to frame Annabel. The door to the ward was pushed open. Cassie curled up in a corner, bandages still wrapped around her face. Those were wounds from her last attempt at self-harm. When she looked up and saw Tristan, a flicker of hope crossed her eyes. "Tristan, are you here to save me?" She crawled forward on her knees, but her body was too weak to support her movement. Cassie lay on the floor, covered in dirt. She clutched tightly at his pant leg. Tristan didn't answer. He slowly crouched down, looking at her from above. His eyes were cold as ice, his voice low and calm. "Cassie, do you know why I'm here?" Cassie trembled and shook her head, tears streaming do