Lena's POV
The judge delivered her ruling on a Friday morning.
Day five of the trial.
I had slept the night before, not well, not the deep uninterrupted sleep of someone with nothing pressing on her mind, but adequately, the way Diana had said to aim for. I had lain in the dark for a while and then I had gone to the nursery and sat with Ethan for twenty minutes and then I had gone back to bed and slept until six and that had been enough.
I dressed carefully.
Not in armor, I had learned the distinction Sophia had been teaching me since the beginning, the difference between clothes that said I am protected and clothes that said I don't need to be. Today was the second kind. A deep charcoal suit, precise and clean, the kind of suit that communicated that the person wearing it had already
