Chapter 172

The courthouse steps swarmed with reporters, their cameras flashing like lightning bugs on a summer night. Camille gripped Alexander’s hand as they navigated the crowd, eyes forward, faces blank masks against the shouted questions.

“Ms. Kane, how does it feel to face your sister today?”

“Camille! Will you ask for the death penalty?”

“Are you worried about Rose’s mental state?”

Alexander’s arm formed a shield around her shoulders, guiding her through the press of bodies. Victoria and her parents followed behind, creating a protective circle.

Inside, the marble halls echoed with footsteps and whispers. Journalists scribbled notes. Observers craned their necks for a glimpse of the woman who had survived her sister’s murderous plans.

“You don’t have to do this,” Alexander murmured, his lips close to her ear. “No one would blame you for skipping the arraignment.”

Camille shook her head. “I need to see her face. I need her to see mine.”

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