86 Building A Case

(Winona)

It’s been the longest night. I’m sitting in the solitary cell, the silence suffocating me. I barely slept and I couldn’t eat the pittance of breakfast they brought in this morning.

All I can think about is Abby and getting out of here.

The harsh light overhead doesn’t help it feel less sterile and cold. My lawyer, a sharp, insightful man, sits across on a foldable chair they’ve brought in for him. He’s the only person allowed in here alone with me.

“We need to prove Ashlyn orchestrated this whole scenario,” he says, his voice echoing slightly off the concrete walls. “Your father could be key to this, but his credibility is questionable given his history. We can’t rely solely on his testimony.”

I rub my hands together, feeling the cold seeping into my bones. “He’s easily bought off. Who’s to say he won’t just take a better offer from Ashlyn or someone else and turn against us?”

The lawyer nods. “Exactly. That’s why we need something solid, something undeniable. The best shot w