ELENA POV
The news coverage started within hours.
I couldn't see it directly, no TV in my cell, but I heard about it from the guards, from other inmates, from the way people looked at me when I was escorted through the corridors.
"Your arraignment's all over the place, as there was no TV in my cell, but I heard about it from the guards, from other inmates, and the news," a guard said during dinner delivery. "Every channel. You're famous, Castellano."
Famous. Or infamous. I still couldn't tell which.
"What are they saying?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Depends on the channel. Some say you're a hero. Some say you're a terrorist. Same as before."
Same as before. Nothing had changed.
I ate my dinner in silence: mystery meat, mushy vegetables, stale bread. The usual.
Later that evening, Tanya's voice called from her cell. "Yo, Castellano! My cousin texted me. Said you looked good in court. Calm. Strong. Like you weren't scared at all."
