ELENA POV
The next morning, I couldn't wait for Martina to arrive.
I paced my cell five steps one way, five steps back clutching the letter in my pocket like it might disappear if I let go.
A guard passed by. "Nervous about something, Castellano?"
"When's my lawyer coming?"
"How should I know? When he gets here."
Hours crawled by. Breakfast came and went. The morning stretched into afternoon.
Finally, footsteps.
"Castellano. Your lawyer's here."
Relief flooded through me. "Thank you."
They cuffed me, led me to the meeting room.
Martina was already there, looking harried. Papers spread across the table, his briefcase open, phone buzzing with notifications he was ignoring.
"Ms. Castellano," he said as I sat down. "I have updates on"
"I got a letter." I pulled it from my pocket, slid it across the table.
He picked it up, read it carefully. His expression shifted from curious to cautious to deeply concerned.
"When did this arrive?"
