Elena's POV
It was the D-day.
Time was faster than I'd imagine. Joshua was the one being charged to court for murder. And yet, I was the one having the panic attack. Mostly, I was afraid because what if he won?
How could you kill a person, and escape scot free??
I didn't realize how tight I was holding my own fingers until Logan gently pulled my hand away from itself. The red marks were instant, etched across my palm like proof of every nightmare that led us here.
The courthouse loomed ahead.
God, how many times had I imagined this day? The thought that I would feel powerful had been so strong in my head. Maybe even free.
But right now, standing at the edge of justice with reporters barking questions and flashes going on and off like fireworks, I felt like I was back at square one
