The Felony Between Us

The day I was released from prison, I stood outside the heavy iron gates, waiting for my fiancé, Logan, to pick me up just as he had promised.

Dusk fell, and darkness swallowed the streets. Logan never showed up, and his phone went straight to voicemail.

When I finally took a cab to my own apartment and knocked on the door, Logan opened it, his face frozen in pure shock.

"Chloe? What are you doing here?"

I took a step forward, wanting to hug him, but he blocked the doorway with his arm.

He hesitated, shifting uncomfortably under my gaze.