Sienna’s POV

The courtroom felt colder the next morning, like the air itself knew judgment was coming. Every bench was filled again, reporters clutching notepads, cameras poised, faces tight with anticipation.

Rhett and I sat side by side, our hands clasped under the table. My fingers trembled slightly, but his thumb brushed steady circles over my skin. It was the only warmth in the room.

Angela entered moments later, escorted by two officers. Her navy suit had been replaced with a plain ...