#Chapter 335: Jared

TIMOTHY POV Timothy's fingers tightened around the phone, his breath hitching as he listened to the final click on the other end. The line went dead, leaving him with nothing but the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth. With a growl of frustration, he slammed the receiver back onto its hook and slumped against the concrete wall of the prison's visitation room. Guards, ever vigilant, noticed his agitation. They approached him with heavy steps, their eyes filled with suspicion and contempt. To them, Timothy was just another inmate, just another killer. They didn't care about the truth. They didn't care about innocence or guilt. "You're coming with us, killer," one of the guards sneered, grabbing Timothy roughly by the arm. Timothy jerked away, his temper flaring. "I didn't kill anyone! You have no right to treat me like this!" The guards only laughed, their laughter dripping with malice. They spat at him, their disdain more pronounced than ever. "You're all the same," one of them sn