Chapter 82

Megra

I walk back inside the waiting room, my legs feeling like they’re made of lead. The bright, sterile lights overhead buzz like a swarm of angry bees, making my head throb even more. I slump into one of the hard plastic chairs, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. Every muscle in my body aches, not from physical exhaustion but from the emotional toll that’s been dragging me down since Nathaniel was arrested.

My mind spins, replaying the events of the last few days over and over, like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. Nathaniel being dragged away in handcuffs. The cold, unfeeling words of the police officer, who couldn’t care less about the truth. And now, Archer is fighting for his life. This was never supposed to happen. How did everything spiral out of control so quickly? How did we end up here?

I have to help Nathaniel. I have to help myself. And I have to help Mia, our sweet, innocent daughter, who has no idea what’s happening around her. I have to pro