Three months later…

My body lay on an old bed inside a filthy cell. My tears had long since dried. My pain and torment had become a silent scream.

The light in my eyes had gone out long ago; I was nothing more than a walking corpse. I lived day by day behind the bars of this prison like an empty soul—without feelings, without emotions, without happiness. I had completely lost myself within the cold walls of this jail.

The chill seeped into my bones, but what hurt the most was the betrayal. I hugged my knees, searching for comfort in the solitude. Alexander—the man I had loved with all my soul—had pointed at me as the murderer of Mrs. Zara.

I remembered the moment the police arrested me, the handcuffs digging into my wrists while he, with eyes full of fake sorrow, claimed he had seen me do it. But I was innocent. I had loved that woman like a mother. How could I have taken her life?

The days dragged on slowly, full of hunger, tears, and fear. The other inmates looked at me with disdain