The sentencing was scheduled for ten AM.
I woke up early, put on the navy suit Marcus had helped pick out. Professional. Strong. The armor of someone who'd survived and won.
We were in the car heading to the courthouse when Marcus called.
"There's been a complication. Victoria Brooks collapsed this morning at her house arrest location. Ambulance took her to Manhattan General."
"Is it real?" I asked immediately.
"Unknown. But her lawyers are already filing motions to delay her trial, claiming she's too ill to proceed." Marcus sounded skeptical. "Convenient timing, given that Ethan's being sentenced today."
"She's faking it," Harper said from the backseat. "One hundred percent. This is Victoria's escape hatch."
At the courthouse, reporters were already swarming. Questions about Victor
