OLIVIA 

 Anxiety spread from my face and traveled down to my lungs' region as I stood at the prosecuting area, waiting for the judge to pass the final verdict regarding the allegations against me of being responsible for Cyril's condition.

 I lost count of how many times the case has been adjourned.

  I've lost all hopes of getting a favorable ruling. Currently, the only thing left inside of me is emptiness and fright.

  I might as well confess to the crimes I ...