*Alan's perspective*
I take one more look into the mirror and I sigh. I've been losing weight since this whole madness started and no Armani suit will be able to hide that. An unwelcomed thought comes into my mind:
Will she be worried?
I shake my head. Not the time for that. Before the trial starts I have to meet with my father. This thought along makes want to throw up. They say blood is thicker than water, well in my family's wains runs poison, not blood.
When I enter his cell I put on an emotionless face. When he sees me, he does the same. We hate each other and we never tried to hide it, but there is no need to point that out today when there are more important things to solve. But a hint of satisfaction still hits me when I see him in jail clothes. They sequestered all his money
