Amber
I had just gotten off my shift, the stiffness in my back and the ache in my shoulders reminding me that I’d barely stopped moving since this morning. I was exhausted—physically, mentally—but the moment I checked my phone and saw Marina’s name on my screen, everything in me jolted wide awake.
‘Meet me in one hour at Le Chantelle’s. It's a restaurant not too far from the hospital. Got something for you.’
My heart started pounding. My eyes flew over the message again, hands tightening around the phone. It had only been three days since our last meeting—after the hearing, after she told me she’d try to get the evidence I needed. Could she really have gotten it so fast? Was it possible?
I didn’t want to waste time guessing. My pulse was already racing, blood thrumming loud in my ears.
