Chapter 119
The good news.
Three months later…
Megan’s POV:
Three months have passed, and I am still stuck in this cell, my life on hold. I think back to all the visits from Chris, all the promises he made to help me. I appreciate his efforts, but so far, nothing has changed.
I am still incarcerated, still fighting for my freedom. The days blend together in a never-ending cycle of hope and despair.
I have lost count of the number of times I have been told any day now only to be disappointed again.
I am starting to lose faith. Maybe I will never get out of here. Maybe this is my life now.
I was staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of my situation crushing me. I think about Miles, still in the hospital, still fighting for his life. I think about Chris, still trying to help me, still believing in me.
But most of all, I think about myself. About the life I once knew, the life I once had. About the future I once dreamed of, now seemingly lost forever.
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I realize I may never get to live that life again. I may never get to feel the sun on my face, the wind in my hair, the freedom to make my own choices.
I felt stuck and trapped in this never-ending nightmare, with no escape in sight. And I am starting to lose hope.
I looked up from my cot, my heart skipping a beat.
“Who is it?” I ask the guard, my mind racing with possibilities.
The guard checks the visitor log.
“It’s a… ah, let me check again.” He paused his brow furrowed in concentration.
“It says here that the visitor wishes to remain anonymous.” The guard told me.
My curiosity is piqued.
” Who could it be? A witness? A friend? Or maybe even someone who has been following my case?” I thought.
I nod at the guard, my mind racing with questions.
“I will see them.” I said.
As I wait for the mysterious visitor to be brought in, my heart beats with anticipation.
The guard leads the visitor into the room, and I strain to get a glimpse of their face.
But they are wearing a hoodie and sunglasses, making it impossible to identify them.
“Why was they allowed in here looking this way?” I thought.
“Who are you?” I asked trying to keep my voice steady.
The visitor hesitated, then pulls out a chair and sits down across from me.
“I am someone who knows the truth,” they say, their voice low and gravelly.
My mind races wide.
What truth could they possibly know? And why are they hiding their identity?
“What do you mean?” I pressed, trying to get them to reveal more.
The visitors lean forward, their eyes glinting behind their sunglasses.
“We know you didn’t commit that crime, Megan. And we have proof.” They said.
My heart skips a beat as I process the visitor’s words.
“Miles is fine?” I repeat, my voice barely above a whisper.
The visitor nods.
“Yes, he is recovering well. And he will be seeing you soon.” He revealed.
Tears of relief spring to my eyes as I feel a weight lift off my shoulders. Miles is alive, and he is going to be okay. I have been worried sick about him, and this news is a balm to my soul.
“When?” I ask, my voice shaking with emotion.
“When will I see him?” I asked.
The visitors smiled.
“Soon, Megan. Very soon. Just hang in there, okay?” I told him.
I nod, feeling a sense of hope that I have not felt in months. Miles is going to be okay, and he is going to clear my name. I know it.
The visitor stands up to leave, and I reach out to them.
“Thank you,” I say, my voice sincere.
“Thank you for telling me.” I told them.
The visitor nods and pats my hand. “Just hang in there, Megan. Justice is coming.
I spend the rest of the day in a daze of happiness, my heart feeling lighter than it has in months. I can’t stop smiling as I think about Miles, recovering and on his way back to me.
I pace around my cell, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation that I haven’t felt in ages. I think about all the things we’ll talk about, all the things we’ll do together once he’s back.
I imagine us walking out of this place, hand in hand, our heads held high. I imagine us starting fresh, leaving all the pain and heartache behind us.
I felt hopeful that I thought was lost forever. I feel like I can finally see a light at the end of the tunnel.
As the day wears on, I find myself humming a tune, feeling a sense of joy that I thought was gone for good. I know that Miles return will be the key to my freedom, and I can’t wait to see him walk through that door.
I can’t help but smile as I hear the news about Miles’ improving health. I feel relief wash over me, mixed with a sense of pride and joy. I’ve been worried about him for so long, and it’s incredible to see him on the road to recovery.
I think back to the times we’ve spent together, the laughter we’ve shared, and the memories we’ve created. My heart swells with affection and gratitude, and I can’t wait to see him again, to give him a big hug and celebrate his progress in person.
I know that there may still be challenges ahead, but for now, I’m savoring the joy and hope that comes with this wonderful news.
I feel like I have been given a second chance at life, a chance to clear my name and start fresh. I can’t wait to see Miles, to hug him and thank him for being my rock, my savior.
I am bursting with excitement, my mind racing with thoughts of our future together. I imagine us laughing, smiling, and living life to the fullest. I imagine us building a life filled with love, trust, and adventure.
My heart is singing, my soul is soaring, and I feel like I’m on top of the world! Nothing can bring me down from this cloud, nothing can dampen my spirit. I’m free, I’m happy, and I’m ready to take on the world!
Now, I can have a glimpse of Hope and renewal that I will be getting justice I deserve.