Weeks had slipped by like sand through an hourglass, each grain bringing Joyce Allen closer to her fate.
She sat in her dimly lit cell, the cold concrete walls closing in on her, a stark contrast to the lavish life she had once known.
She had always been a woman of control, meticulously planning every move, every interaction. But now, for the first time, she found herself at the mercy of forces beyond her influence.
Never in a million years did she think she'd be sitting in jail. It was a nightmare, one which she wished she'd wake up from soon.
Her court date was set for tomorrow.
That day would determine whether she would spend the rest of her life behind bars or face a more immediate and brutal end.
Joyce leaned back against the cold, unforgiving wall of her cell, her thoughts
