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[MRS. MARGARET SEAMAN'S POV]I haven't visited Sandra in three weeks.Robert thinks I should go more often. Says she needs family support.But every time I think about driving to that jail, I feel sick.Because I know what she did.I've known for months.And I've said nothing.That makes me complicit.But today, I'm going.Not to support her.To confront her.The county jail is exactly as depressing as I remember.Gray walls. Metal detectors. Guards who look like they've seen too much.I fill out the visitor paperwork with shaking hands.They search me. Check my ID. Lead me to the visiting room.Sandra appears ten minutes later.She looks worse than last time.Thinner. Paler. Broken.The orange jumpsuit swallows her frame.She picks up the phone. I pick up mine."Margaret. I didn't expect to see you.""We need to talk.""About what?""About the truth. About what you did. About what I've been covering up."Her face goes still. "I don't know what you're talking about.""Yes, you do. The

[ALESSIA'S POV]My phone wakes me at exactly 6 am. I reach for it with my eyes still closed. See fifty-three missed calls.Diana. Claire. My lawyer. Numbers I don't recognize.Something's wrong.I sit up. Check the news app.The headline makes my blood run cold."News Anchor Alessia Reed Accused of Financial Fraud and Witness Tampering"Below it, another headline."Exclusive Documents Reveal Alessia Reed's Dark Past"And another."Is Alessia Reed the Real Villain in Sandra Seaman Case?"My hands start shaking.I click on the first article.Anonymous sources have provided documentation suggesting that news anchor Alessia Reed may have engaged in financial fraud, witness intimidation, and fabrication of evidence in the ongoing Sandra Seaman trial. Documents obtained by our investigative team show payments to alleged witnesses, offshore bank accounts, and suspicious financial transactions dating back five years.I scroll down.There are documents. Bank statements. Wire transfers. All wit

[MARCUS'S POV]I've been visiting Sandra every week for three months now. And no one knows. Nit even the media station, my wife or Sandra's family.Just me. Sitting in that visiting room. Watching her through glass.Pretending I'm just concerned. Just being a good colleague. But it's more than that.I've been in love with Sandra Seaman for past five years.Since the day she walked into Channel 7 to apply for the news anchor position.She didn't get it, but Alessia did.But I never forgot her. The way she smiled. The way she carried herself. The confidence.I kept in touch. Told myself it was networking. Professional courtesy.But I knew the truth.I was obsessed.When she started working at the station two years ago, I made sure she got the best assignments. The prime time slots. Everything she wanted.My wife noticed. Asked why I was suddenly so invested in Sandra's career.I told her Sandra had potential. That I was mentoring her.Another lie.The truth is, I would have done anythin

[DAVISON'S POV]No one asks me how I'm doing anymore.They used to. When I was sick and battling with cancer.Everyone asked all the time."How are you feeling, Davison?""Are you okay?""Do you need anything?"But now that I'm better, now that I'm in remission, they don't ask.They're too busy asking about Alexander."Is Alexander adjusting okay?""How's Alexander handling the trial?""What does Alexander need?"It's always Alexander. Never me.I know I shouldn't be jealous. He's going through a lot. His whole life got turned upside down.But my life got turned upside down too.And no one seems to care.I'm in my room doing homework when Mom knocks."Davison? Can I come in?""Yeah."She opens the door. Sits on my bed."How was school?""Fine.""Just fine?""Yeah."She waits. Like she's expecting me to say more.But I don't."Is something wrong?" she asks."No.""You seem quiet lately. Distant.""I'm fine, Mom.""Are you sure? Because if something's bothering you—""I said I'm fine."

[SANDRA'S POV]I sent the letter three days ago and haven't heard anything back. Part of me didn't expect to. Why would Alessia want to meet with the woman who destroyed her life? But another part of me, the desperate part that's been growing stronger every day in this place, hoped she might say yes. That she might give me one last chance to explain myself before the jury decides my fate.Prison is exactly as terrible as I imagined it would be. The food is barely edible, the bed is a thin mattress on a metal frame, and the other inmates range from indifferent to openly hostile. Most of them know who I am. The news anchor kidnapper. The rich lawyer who thought she was above the law. They don't like me, and I can't blame them. I wouldn't like me either.My cellmate is a woman named Rita. She's in her fifties, serving time for armed robbery. She doesn't talk much, which I appreciate. But sometimes at night, when the lights are out and the sounds of the prison settle into an uneasy quiet,