AXEL'S POV
Two weeks flew by in a blur with all the trial preparations, security meetings, and sneaking in some quality time with Layla. The retreat had changed everything between us; we were a real team now, unbreakable in a way that terrified and thrilled me at the same time.
Trial day finally arrived. I found Layla in our kitchen, dressed in a sharp navy suit that screamed confidence, practising her testimony out loud while nursing a cup of coffee.
"And when the defendant's vehicle struck mine," she said to the empty room, "I felt the impact from the driver's side…"
"You've got this," I said, walking up behind her and kissing her forehead.
She turned, leaning into me. "Do I? Cassandra's been all over social media playing the victim. The miscarriage narrative is everywhere."
"The evidence doesn't lie. And you're going to tell the truth. That's all you can do."
Her hand found mine, squeezing tight. "We've got this."
