I couldn't sleep that night.
I kept turning from one side of the bed to the other, the sheets twisting around my legs like they were trying to trap me.
Every time I closed my eyes, my mind replayed everything — the board, the cell, the whispers, Victor's face, Aaron's worry.
Tomorrow felt like something waiting to swallow me whole.
I needed air.
Quietly, I slipped out of my room and went downstairs.
I had never really stepped into the garden since I started living here with Elena.
I used to look at it from my window sometimes — the flowers arranged perfectly, trimmed hedges, soft lights glowing at night.
It always looked peaceful from a distance.
Tonight, I needed that peace.
As I passed through the living room, I noticed Victor on a call.
His voice was low. Controlled. Serious.
"Yes. Fix it before morning," he said firmly. "I don't care what it takes."
The moment he saw me, he paused.
Then he ended the call.
I ignored him completely.
