Chapter 128

LYDIA’S POV

That night, sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford.

The sheets felt hard against my skin, and every time I closed my eyes, the courtroom replayed behind my eyelids in terrifying, vivid detail.

My uncle’s purple, panicked face, the sharp crack of the gavel, and the haunting realization of how my family truly died spun through my mind like a violent carousel.

But beneath the grief and the