Fifteen months.The words felt more like a victory and less of a sentence. A sob of pure relief broke from my chest, and for a second, I felt light enough to float right off the courtroom floor. It was over. I had faced the fire, and I hadn't been consumed.

"That's less than a year with good behavior, Camila," Rosalind whispered beside me, her hand squeezing my arm. "You’ll be home before you know it."

I nodded, hot tears stinging my eyes as I looked toward the gallery. My family was there, ...