Violet's POV.
It was the D-day. Today was my day of reckoning, my moment of truth. I would know my fate today, and whatever happened, I hoped I didn't pass out in the courtroom.
I was called to have my bath and eat breakfast. When I saw the food, something in me snapped. It was a lavish dish – sevruga caviar with scrambled eggs and champagne-infused sauce, and there was coffee. This meant they could now bring in good food to me. I didn't know why that made me sad.
If my fate was to be sentenced to a jail term, then that meant I'd be eating good food, still, I'd be locked here. It was no use, there was nothing greater than freedom – the thought of it alone was refreshing.
I was led to the bench after I finished my breakfast. I stood before the bench, my heart racing like a drum in my
