Days blurred into weeks. Amelia remained confined in her cell, the silence broken only by the monotonous clanging of the prison doors and the occasional shouted conversation from the hallway.
Victor's arrest had left her feeling utterly isolated, a lone pawn in a ruthless game she didn't understand. Was he truly on her side, or was this all part of some elaborate scheme?
One morning, a familiar face appeared at the cell door. It was Michael, his face etched with worry and determination.
"Amelia," he greeted, his voice laced with relief. "They finally let me see you."
Amelia surged towards the bars, her voice thick with emotion. "Michael, thank goodness! You have to help me. They arrested Victor, and…"
Michael held up a hand, silencing her. "I know," he said gently. "Victor's lawyers c
