Chapter 139 Victoria's Trial

• AMELIA POV
• Two weeks have passed since the explosion, and I'm sitting in a courthouse that smells like old wood, watching Victoria Crane shuffle into the courtroom in an orange jumpsuit. Her hands are cuffed in front of her, and when she sits at the defense table, the chains rattle against the wood.
• Daniel's hand finds mine on the bench between us. His grip is steady, warm, but I can feel the tension in his fingers.