**Shaznay's POV**The courtroom felt smaller than the one where Valda was convicted. A regional court, modest and efficient, without the cameras and reporters that turned the Emmanuel trial into a national spectacle.Dorinda's charges were narrower: fraud, coercion, exploitation of a vulnerable adult. The prosecutors did not pursue attempted murder because her role in the poisoning conspiracy was secondary; she was a tool, not an architect.Victor and I sat in the second row. Grace was beside me, her hands folded in her lap, her face composed with the hard-earned stillness of a woman who had made peace with her own history. Samuel waited in the witness room, preparing to testify.Dorinda was brought in through the side door. She had aged since her arrest. Her hair, once meticulously styled, hung limp around her shoulders. Her prison clothes were too large for her frame. The sharp, commanding woman who once controlled our household was gone; replaced by someone diminished, hollowed, th
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