TIMOTHY POV
Timothy sat alone in his cramped cell, the dull gray walls closing in around him like a vice. His mind raced with thoughts of his impending court appearance, the uncertainty of his future weighing heavily on his shoulders. But as the hours ticked by, a glimmer of hope pierced through the darkness, a beacon of light in his bleak existence.
The next morning, Timothy was roused from his restless sleep by the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor. He watched with bated breath as the metal door of his cell swung open, revealing a familiar face standing on the threshold.
"Mr. Wilkes?" Timothy exclaimed, his voice tinged with surprise. "What are you doing here?"
The lawyer offered him a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners with warmth. "I'm here to deliver some go
