The thought of the prison door slamming shut reverberated through Rose's very being, a haunting finality that chilled her to the core. Blake was gone, spirited away by the authorities on charges that turned her world upside down.
Attempted murder.
The words left a bitter taste on her tongue, a cruel absurdity that defied all logic and reason. Blake, the man who had stood by her side through every trial and tribulation, branded a would-be killer by the very system sworn to uphold justice.
Rose paced the confines of her penthouse like a caged lioness, her mind whirling with a maelstrom of thoughts and emotions. Anger, disbelief, and a simmering determination to right this grievous wrong battled for dominance within her.
But anger alone would not suffice, not in this instance. She needed evidence, cold hard facts to counter the damning testimony and circumstantial evidence that had sealed Blake's fate. The problem was, tangible proof remained maddeningly elusive.