Chapter 174 William's Guilt

~Hailey's POV~

Room 4 was smaller than the others, with a single barred vent near the ceiling and a table scarred by a thousand fingernails. The air smelled of bleach sweat. A deputy held the door for me, and I swung through on my crutches, the rubber tips squeaking on the linoleum.

William sat alo...

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