The day I walked out of prison, they had to carry me on a stretcher. My body was so frail I barely resembled a person anymore. My right arm hung limp and useless, while both my legs were streaked with dried blood. Three months back, someone had orchestrated my downfall, fabricating evidence and throwing me behind bars in place of the true Watson daughter, Aileen Watson. Behind those walls, they severed the tendons in the hand I once used to wield a scalpel. The legs that had once carried me to i

Paul is still missing 😢 For those of you that didn't know Paul ( porky ) he is a kind soul ,a man of gentle nature with beautiful blue eyes ,he has a family who love him dearly and will never give up searching for him ,they have done everything in their power to draft in every available resource to help to bring him home and they won't stop. I first came to know of Paul from his sister Bernice McGuirk many years ago when despite his problem never once gave up on him and he knew that too ,we all

Three years in hell, and the man who sent me there was waiting at the gates. "Get in," Ethan ordered, voice like a blade through the rain. "Or I’ll drag you in myself." My fingers dug into my palms, run. But the prison gates were already locked behind me. His gaze dropped to my scarred ankle, the one he’d paid them to break. "Pathetic," he murmured, leaning in. "You really think I’d dirty my hands on you now?" Then why did his touch still burn like a brand? And why, when he whispered "last chanc