Three days pass by in the blink of an eye. All these days, I see Hiram sitting beside me and whenever a police officer would come to visit me, he would vanish and then come back after hours.
I spend all day, all night just thinking and pondering, how to get Hiram less time in prison. But nothing seems to click.
There is no other DNA or fingerprints in the crime scene accept his. The man was a criminal, so that would have been enough to reduce his sentence and if he wouldn’t have killed that man so brutally, which I can’t still believe he did, it would have been easier to rule it out as self-defense.
I don’t even know why I am doing this, is it because he said he loved me or maybe because I love him.
Feelings where never supposed to get in the way of work and yet here we are knee deep i
