(Marcus)
I sat in the holding cell, staring at the gray concrete wall. The orange jumpsuit scratched against my skin, stiff from too many washes. Today was my turn in court. I had followed Victoria’s trial through reports, watching her crumble under the evidence. Now it was my turn to sit under the same spotlight.
The guard unlocked my cell. “Sterling. Time to go.”
I rose, my legs stiff, my wrists quickly bound in cuffs. They marched me through the hallways. Other inmates peered out, some whispering, others just staring as if they already knew I was finished. I kept my eyes straight ahead.
The courtroom was packed when they brought me in. I scanned the gallery, spotting Sophie in the front row beside James. Catherine sat at the prosecutor’s table, calm and ready. Alexander was there to
