CHAPTER 17

Judgment Time...

Jade’s POV

Cold metal dug into my wrists, a painful reminder of the shackles I had placed on my own life—willingly. The handcuffs felt heavier today, or maybe it was just the weight in my chest that made everything feel so much worse. I sat alone in the small, sterile room where it had all begun—the same room where I was first questioned, accused, stripped of my dignity. The walls hadn’t changed. Still a dull shade of gray, as lifeless as the hope I was trying so hard to hold onto.

But today, I wasn’t thinking about the trial, the charges, or even my so-called confession. I was thinking about my father.

The last time I saw him… He clutched his head in his hands like something inside was tearing him apart. Then he fell. Just collapsed. Right in front of me. And I—God, I was powerless. I couldn’t even rush to him. The cops were dragging me away, and my screams were nothing but background noise to their mission.