MARTHA'S POV
The pregnancy test sat on the cell sink, mocking me with its two pink lines.
Pregnant.
I stared at those lines until they blurred, my hands trembling against the cold metal. Two days. I had two days until my final hearing. Two days until Judge Morrison sentenced me for attempted kidnapping, stalking, and child endangerment.
My public defender had already prepared me for the worst: eight to twelve years. Maybe fifteen if the judge was feeling particularly harsh.
But pregnant women got considerations. Lighter sentences. Delays. Sympathy.
This could be my way out.
I carefully hid the test inside my mattress, checking twice to make sure it was completely concealed. The guards couldn't know yet. Not until I played this exactly right.
The baby was Silas's. Had to be-he was t
