Sienna’s POV

The courthouse smelled like dust and tension. Every footstep echoed off the marble floors, sharp and deliberate, like the ticking of a clock counting down to judgment.

It had been three months since Angela’s arrest, three months of reporters camped outside our apartment, headlines screaming her name, and lawyers calling at all hours. But nothing compared to this: the day she finally faced trial.

Rhett’s hand brushed mine as we entered the courtroom. His touch grounded me, ...