•OCTAVIA•The holding cell smelled like bleach and old sweat. The lights buzzed above, never turning off, making it hard to tell if it was day or night. Time felt slow and endless, like one long gray hour that wouldn’t pass.I sat on the edge of the metal bench, back straight, and my hands folded in my lap even though the orange jumpsuit itched against my skin. I refused to slouch. Souching was a surrender, and I had not surrendered yet.The door at the end of the corridor clanged open. Footsteps approached and a guard I didn't recognize unlocked my cell and stepped aside. My lawyer, Marcus Hale, walked in. He carried a thin manila folder under one arm.“Mrs. Blackwood,” he murmured. The guard closed the door behind him and stayed outside.I lifted my chin. "It’s still Miss North in here. The divorce papers were filed before the cuffs went on."Marcus nodded as he sat on the bench opposite me, set the folder between us, and opened it.“I’ve spoken with the DA’s office,” he began. “T
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