My sweet redemption

city noise and sirens from outside the tiny window of my cell. It was a constan

walls and cold metals. The incessant rotation of the fan pulls me bac

ounger sister, Mirabel Dawn, had just put to bed a bouncy baby boy and Bryan Argol, my once cherished lover, was hosting a par

and hall. This was the life that should have been mine. I was bit

ight. The silence in the air was suffocating as e

ng to the smile on Cole's face. He was a lovely child and I wondered why anyone woul

It was an ordinary evening, just like every other night shift at the urba

head into my work all through the many days that followed the event at Bry

drown my head in the whispers of gossip and the sounds of

g drinks into glasses when the sound of sirens filled the air, cutting through the sound of music and the voices o

eir voices. Most customers had already fled in different directions feeling guilty fo

rime that, even at my darkest moment, I could not think of committing. How could I have kidnapped an innocent child? The question spun in my head

a cold crime. Could Mira have done this? She had always been envious of me, believing I had e

once loved and cherished each other. He had promised me forever. What reason doe

l, my heart thrummed in my ears. I was innocent of this hideous crime but the evidenc

e city, the blaring car horns and bustling crowds, memories of betrayal c

ng they betrayed me and framed me up? Does Bryan still think abo

m the world of happiness I once knew. It all

that promised vindication and redemption. I

ted. But until then, I have to live through this repeated pattern of watching the fan spin

ruth be revealed". I whispered. In this prayer, I find the coura

f the city was reduced to sire

ven though I, Miss Tessy Dawn, am being condemned for a crime I did not comm