Her thirst for vengeance
I feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, and a bitter anger blooms in my chest.
Then—black again. The screen flickers like a dying light. Confusion ripples through the courtroom. I glance at Hector. His jaw tightens. Even he looks uneasy at the glitching.
The mirror resumes. This time, it fast-forwards to me, laughing and drinking with Elara and Tessa, carefree, light-hearted. But then it glitches again, blank.
Another pause. When it returns, it shows me in a panic, trying to comprehend being accused of murder, the disbelief, the fear, the complete confusion. My stomach churns as I relive it all.