Leo sat trembling in his filthy cell, his breath shallow as mold-choked air worsened his asthma. Starved, fevered, and growing weaker by the second, he knew he wouldn’t last. Framed by the betrothed of the woman he loved, he had no way out—except her. When he saw her beyond the bars, his sunken eyes pleaded “Please… if what we had together meant anything to you, then help me,” he whispered, his voice weak “You know I’m innocent… but I won’t survive this.”
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