ELENA POV
Day Three.
I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. Eyes swollen from crying. Head pounding. Throat raw.
The guard who brought breakfast took one look at me and frowned.
"Rough night?"
"You could say that."
"Listen, I'm not supposed to say this, but... I watched some of the trial coverage last night. That judge who testified? Everyone knows he's a lying sack of shit. Don't let him get to you."
"Hard not to when he's telling the jury I'm a murderer."
"The jury's not stupid. They can see he's trying to save his own ass." She paused. "Eat something. You look like death."
I forced down some toast. Drank the terrible coffee. I tried to pull myself together.
At 8 AM, they transported me to the courthouse.
Same crowds. Same chaos. But I barely registered it anymore.
In the holding cell, Martina was waiting with news.
"The prosecution is wrapping up today," he said. "One, maybe two more witnesses, then they rest their case."
"Thank God."
