CHAPTER TEN
Back in her cell, Mia stayed in her bed, even after the alarm rang, signaling dinner. Tears fell freely, over her cheeks, soaking the thin mattress. She didn’t bother to hide them, now.
What did any of it matter? Her life was over.
The doors slid open. Shilah, who’d respectfully stayed quiet after she’d returned from the courtroom, whispered, “You’d better come to dinner.”
Mia ignored her. As far as she was concerned, she never wanted to eat, never wanted to do anything for herself, again.
“Come on,” Shilah gently coaxed. “You’re going to get in trouble if you stay here.”
Mia rolled over and faced the wall. They could shove their g*n between her shoulder blades and pull the trigger, for all she cared.
Moments later, she heard voices screaming her last name outside. “Nort
