OCTAVIA POV
I storm into my room, slamming the door behind me. I'm furious, my anger boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. I pace back and forth across the room, my mind racing with thoughts of the trial.
How could Doctor Eric's lawyer be so confident? What does he know that I don't?
And just why in heaven's name did he request for a recess?
Are they planning something?
Oh the suspense is killing me.
I stop pacing and look around my room, taking in the familiar surroundings. But nothing seems comforting right now. I feel like I'm losing control, like everything is slipping through my fingers.
This can't be happening, I was supposed to get justice for my husband but why do I feel so weak.
It's almost like I have lost already and that scares me.
' Relax Octavia Just
