Charis
Three days earlier…
In the end, I was found guilty, and the person who hammered the last nail into my coffin was Kael, making me learn what it feels like to be buried while still breathing.
I'm on the floor now, my knees to my chest with my cheeks against the damp wall. The holding cell smelled like something had died and wasn't taken out. The Sentinels had swilled the corridor several times with bleach, yet the smell wouldn't go out.
I was staring at a piece of stale bread that looked exactly like the first thing I ate when I first arrived at Ravenshore. I'd been so hopeful then, so sure that my life was finally going to get better.
What a stupid fool I'd been.
It's been three days now, but it felt like a decade of no sunlight and no visitors.
The only thing that kept replaying in my head was the verdict, the votes and the way Kael's hand had shot up when he raised it against me.
