The jury deliberates for six hours.
Six hours of sitting in the hallway outside the courtroom, drinking bad coffee and watching the clock. Six hours of Marcus pacing, Harper stress-eating pretzels, Liam holding my hand so tight my fingers go numb.
Six hours of wondering if telling the truth was enough.
The FBI took Natasha into custody yesterday afternoon. She tried to run, made it as far as the airport before they picked her up. Jordan says she's already negotiating a plea deal, offering up everything she knows about Ethan's offshore accounts and flight plans in exchange for immunity.
So we got the evidence anyway. Without paying. Without compromising.
But I still don't know if the jury believed me. If they saw through Ethan's lies. If six hours is a good sign or a terrible one.
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