2 AM. I can't sleep.
I lie in bed at Eleanor's. Staring at the ceiling. Deposition in three days. Monday morning. Harper's lawyers, Invasive questions, cameras, the press. Everything riding on me staying calm. Not breaking. Not giving them ammunition.
I can't stop thinking about all the ways it could go wrong.
I get up, I need water, I need to move and stop overthinking. I walk to the kitchen, the light is already on. Caleb's there. Sitting at the counter. A glass of water in front of him. Staring at nothing.
"Can't sleep either?" I ask.
He looks up with tired eyes. "Every time I close my eyes, I see Monday. I see them tearing you apart. I see you having to defend yourself against people who've already decided you're guilty."
I sit beside him. "Daniel says I'm ready."
"You are. But
