The sound of clashing keys echoed as the iron bars of the prison cell slammed shut. Olivia sat in the corner, leaning her exhausted body against the cold wall. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen, but in her silence, she still clung to a flicker of hope. She believed Hunter would find a way to prove the truth. She believed her family would remain intact.
But everything changed that afternoon.
Quick footsteps approached the cell. A guard called out in a neutral tone, “Visitor for you, Olivia Grace.”
Olivia lifted her head. Behind the glass partition in the visitation room stood a familiar figure—Daniel, her most loyal assistant. He looked uneasy, his suit wrinkled, face drawn, like he hadn’t slept in days.
Olivia stood immediately, her steps brisk toward the room. Sitting down before th
