Alicia’s POV

If I closed my eyes long enough, I could almost pretend the world outside wasn’t unraveling.

But even here, locked behind thick concrete and fluorescent lights, the echoes still reached me.

Guards talking at shift change. Whispers from inmates over cold dinners. The soft, breathless chatter of news anchors playing faintly from the staff room TV when the door creaked open.

My name.

Always my name.

“Alicia White enters trial phase ...