Gillian
Nearly a month had passed since the crime was pinned on me... a month drenched in anger, frustration, and a silence more punishing than any sentence. But of all the pain I endured, one wound cut the deepest: Freyah refused to believe me.
No matter how many times I explained my side, no matter how often I swore that I would not kill that man, she remained distant... her heart and mind sealed shut against me. It was as if every word I spoke had lost its meaning.
I knew it.
I could feel it.
She was retaliating.
Perhaps she wanted me to taste the same agony... to know what it felt like to be unheard of, to be doubted. So she deliberately ignored every explanation, every plea, letting me drown in my own voicelessness.
Yet my fury burned even hotter because of what those women had
