*Trinity's POV*

I woke up to the sun shining through the large windows in the suite. Matthew was right; the space really was similar to his West Heartford suite.

My hand naturally reached for my phone and I swiped it open, looking for any messages concerning Michael or Christiana's trial. It sounded terrible, but I was actually disappointed when I had no texts at all.

What did they say? No news was good news?

"What ...