118. Athena
I had a very bad night. In fact, I didn't sleep at all.
The first light of dawn crept into my room, brushing against the curtains and stirring me awake. I yawned, stretching out on the bed, my muscles stiff from a night of restless tossing. Sleep had been a stranger, teasing me but never staying.
How could I possibly rest when today marked the culmination of everything? The final day of the case, the moment when all the truths and lies would be weighed—and perhaps, the verdict delivered.
I sighed, the weight of the thought pressing on my chest and whole body actually, and turned to the clock on the wall. The sight made my heart lurch.
“Five o’clock!”
My voice was a whisper of panic as I threw off the covers and bolted to the bathroom. The cold tiles shocked my bare feet
