SILAS'S POV
I stood outside the courtroom, leaning against the cold marble wall, trying to process what had just happened.
Martha was pregnant. With my child. And she'd just antagonized the judge so badly she'd gotten her sentence almost doubled. Fifteen years. Ten before parole.
My child would be born in prison. Raised, at least for the first few months, behind bars. And then what?
I'd been attending all of Martha's hearings-preliminary, procedural, all of them. Always sitting in the back, always leaving before anyone could notice me. Especially before Millie could see me. I didn't know what I'd say to her. Didn't know if I had the right to say anything.
Today, I'd arrived late deliberately, slipping in after everyone was seated. I'd seen Millie in the front row with Callie and Braha
