Christian's POV

　　The morning after the trial should have tasted like victory.

　　Instead, I sat in the sterile silence of a legal office, my hands folded too tightly in my lap.

　　The door creaked open.

　　My attorney, Marissa Chang, stepped in and closed it gently behind her. She was young but sharp, her dark eyes rarely missing a detail. This time, though, there was something tight around her mouth. Something too cautious.

　　"Tell me," ...