They woke up early this morning. Fedor Balakin was in custody awaiting arraignment. It was set to be today. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit and pumps. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun. Her husband, on the other hand, wore a black suit with a white dress shirt underneath.
Vanessa could barely taste her breakfast. She had no appetite, and she couldn’t tell if it was just fatigue from the trip or if her anxiety was causing her loss of interest in food. She was hoping to find her mother’s killer so that justice could be served, but now that it was here, she felt like she was about to have a panic attack.
She patiently waited for the results of what she had asked Georgina to do, but so far it wasn’t finished. Her friend said she needed more time. The person she was trying to find
