LOGINThird person’s POVDrew's car raced through the quiet street of Florence like a bullet cutting through fog. His jaw was set and his hand grabbed the steering wheel so tight that it might leave a mark on the leather. In the back seat, Layla was sitting rigid and her eyes were fixed on the passing streetlights while Naomi's hand hand were intertwined with hers. " How long until we get there?" Layla asked with a tight voice "Five minutes," Drew replied without removing his eyes from the road. His phone say in the cup holder and the line was still open to the security team. Static made noise through the speaker constantly, caused by terse updates. "Suspect still inside the garage. We're waiting for your command sir." A voice reported " Hold position and do not engage until I arrive." Drew orderedThe car swung hard around a corner and Layla had to brace herself against the door. She didn't complain because part of her wishes Drew could drive even faster so they could quickly get th
Layla’s POVThe silence in the room was so thick that I could barely breathe.Naomi leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "What do you mean he's not who she thinks he is? She already knows he's Julian's twin."Drew shook his head slowly. "It's more complicated than that.""Then uncomplicate it," I said, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "Tell me what you found."Drew pulled out his phone and scrolled through it for a moment before turning the screen toward me. The image showed an official document looking with stamps and signatures I couldn't read from this distance."Jasper Ivanyo was institutionalized fifteen years ago," Drew said. "But not for the reasons his lawyer wants everyone to believe."I felt my stomach drop. "What reasons?""The official record says schizophrenia and violent tendencies," Drew continued. "But that's only part of the story. What they don't mention is that Jasper was committed after he tried to kill Julian."Naomi gasped. "He tr
Layla's POVI didn't remember leaving the courtroom.One moment I was sitting there, staring at the judge's face as he delivered his ruling, then the next, I was outside in the parking lot with Naomi's arm around my shoulders and Drew opening the car door."Get in," Naomi said gently.I obeyed without even thinking.The car door closed and the world outside became muffled. I could see people moving, talking and living their normal lives but mine wasn't falling apart.Naomi slid in beside me and Drew got in the driver's seat.Nobody spoke for a long moment before Naomi now broke the silence. "We're going to fight this."Though I heard what she said but I didn't respond."Layla,did you hear me?" she said more firmly."I heard you," I said quietly."Then say something."I turned to look at her. "What do you want me to say? That I'm fine? That this doesn't scare me? Because it does, Naomi. It really terrifies me."Her face softened. "I know.""They're going to pick me apart," I continued
Third Person's POVThe courtroom felt like it was tilting. Layla's fingers dug into the wooden armrest beside her. Her breathing came shallow and uneven. The defense attorney's words still echoed in her head, bouncing around like they were looking for a place to settle and destroy her from the inside."Mentally unfit."Those two words hung in the air like smoke.Naomi's hand squeezed hers tighter. "Don't let him see you break," she whispered urgently. "Look at me, Layla."But Layla couldn't. Her eyes were fixed on the man sitting across the room. He wasn't smiling anymore. His face was blank now, neutral, like someone watching a movie they had already seen.The judge adjusted his glasses and looked down at the papers in front of him."Counselor," he said slowly, addressing Layla's lawyer. "Do you have a response to this evidence?"Layla's lawyer stood quickly. Too quickly. His chair scraped loudly against the floor."Your Honor," he began, his voice tight. "The prosecution maintains t
Third person’s POVThe judge had just begun addressing the court when the door at the back opened quietly.Layla noticed the movement without meaning to.A woman slipped in and took a seat at the far corner of the gallery. She wore dark shades that covered most of her face and a scarf pulled over her head, low enough to shadow her features. She looked dressed for mourning, black coat, black gloves, posture stiff, head bowed slightly.Layla’s stomach tightened.She didn’t know why, but the woman’s presence felt… deliberate.Naomi leaned toward her, whispering with mock seriousness, “Tell me why the culprit’s judge looks like a man who has won ten million cases.”Layla barely heard her.The noise in her head had grown too loud, thoughts overlapping, instincts clashing, uncase crawling under her skin. Her palms were damp, her shoulders tense.She shifted in her seat.The judge cleared his throat. “We will proceed with the case of unlawful entry and criminal trespass.”Layla’s attorney st
Third person’s POVThe courtroom was colder than Layla expected.Not just the temperature, the atmosphere.The wooden benches felt stiff beneath her as she sat beside Naomi, her posture straight, hands folded neatly on her lap. She could hear the faint shuffle of papers, the low murmurs of people who clearly had nothing better to do than watch strangers’ lives unfold in scheduled hours.Naomi leaned in sightly. “I don’t like this place.”Layla exhaled. “You don’t like anywhere you can’t talk freely.”“That’s a lie,” Naomi whispered. “I talk freely everywhere. This place just looks like it punishes honesty.”Layla almost smiled.The side door opened.“Here we go,” Naomi murmured.Two officers walked in first, then the man.Layla felt it before she really saw him, the subtle tightening in her chest, the instinctive alertness she had been fighting since the night of the break-in.He looked… fine.He was dressed neatly, hands cuffed in front of him, posture relaxed as if he were walking i







