eight- finding the key

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{ episode 5- finding the key }

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THE COURTROOM WAS PACKED, NOT A SINGLE SEAT LEFT AVAILABLE

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THE COURTROOM WAS PACKED, NOT A SINGLE SEAT LEFT AVAILABLE. The Pogues occupied seats a bit back, while John B, donned in a bright orange jumpsuit, stood at the front. With a firm gavel bang, the judge declared, "John Booker Routledge, pursuant to the North Carolina statue section 14, you are charged with murder in the first degree with aggravated circumstances. If convicted, the maximum sentence would be the death penalty."

Aelia's heart plunged, a bitter taste rising in her throat.  She had just gotten John B back and now she's about to loose him once again, except this time it was definite. Breathing became a struggle and her hand instinctively reached for her chest, where her heart raced. Tears blurred her vision as she glanced around the courtroom, catching sight of the smug satisfaction etched on the faces of the wealthy attendees, most importantly, Ward Cameron.

Aelia's eyes darkened when his eyes locked on her own, the smile of victory on his face grew stronger. Ward knew that she was just a harmless teenage girl who couldn't do shit because he was the one with the money, he had power over her. But what he didn't know was that Lia had snapped. This wasn't just about her. It was about every time he had wreaked havoc on her friends and family. Enough was enough. The bastard had pushed too far, inflicted too much pain.

Sarah rose from the bench, forming a barrier between Aelia and Ward, urgently calling out for John B. Lia's attention snapped to the unfolding scene as she realised John B was being escorted toward the exit by the deputy, prompting a collective rise from everyone watching. Ignoring the chaos, Sarah sprinted to the front, persistently calling John B's name.

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW...Kiara CarreraDonde viven las historias. Descúbrelo ahora