Lucian
We showered together—quiet, focused, no words needed. When we stepped out and dressed, I linked my father. He and Martha were ready.
At the front of the mansion, Denis and Sam were already waiting. We climbed into the vehicles and headed back to headquarters.
The crowd had grown.
People lined the streets, still cheering. Massive screens had been set up across the plaza, broadcasting the sentencing live to every corner of the island. The press was stationed in front of every camera. This wasn’t just a formality—it was the island’s reckoning.
Mara and I entered the hall hand in hand, the hum of whispers and drone of anticipation falling to a hush. My father and Martha followed behind us, then Denis and Sam. We were ushered to the high seats at the front.
Mara took the seat besid
