Chapter 141. The End of Amanda ‘Not’ Clarke (1)

Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. ~ Fyodor Dostoevsky.

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AMANDA

Two Months Later

Typically, a day begins when the clock strikes midnight, and the seconds start ticking.

For some, it begins at seven a.m. or earlier.

But today my day began when the courthouse doors swung open and the bailiff ushered me and my lawyer into the courtroom.

As we walked in, a hushed murmur rippled through the room, and for a moment, my stomach clenched—not in nervousness, but in anticipation.

Which was strange given the nature of my crimes.

Any prisoner convicted of murder would probably feel fear. Fear of their impending punishment, fear of the unknown consequences of their actions, fear of being executed. They'd also feel guilty, combine that with a sense of helplessness, and voila!

But see, I wasn't just any prisoner. I was Amanda Clarke, and I feared no one. I feared nothing.