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over it," he said grimly. I shook my head, panic clawing at my throat. "That's impossible. I haven't been in Carissa's room since-" My voice faltered. When had I ever been in her room in the last month? I didn't even remember touching a wine glass when I was there. The detective's gaze was piercing. "Can you explain how your prints got there?" I opened my mouth, but no words came. "My God, Lena. How could you do this to your sister? To the family?" Dad yelled. Holding his chest with one hand while lunging at me. "No... I would never..." The tears didn't stop flowing. "You've always been a stain on this family." Dad said finally. "I should have forced your mother for an abortion." "Don't say that. I'm innocent." I cried. "Take her away, officers. All criminals cry that they are innocent." Detective Sanders scoffed. I was pleading with Dad but there was no hint of emotion on him. I looked to Leonardo, maybe he could use his connections to help me. All he gave me was a cold stare and harsh words. "I should've known you were nothing but trouble. Since the night I first saw you." he helped Dad as I was dragged away. In a rushed trial, I was convicted and sentenced to prison. It all felt like someone's elaborate plan to get me away from the house and company had succeeded. "Inmate 42665, enter!" The warden called my number. The days here follow a strict rhythm-wake up at dawn, count, breakfast, chores, count, silence, lights out. It's a pattern I've grown used to, a prison inside the prison. I've stopped fighting it. There's no point. Five weeks in, and I know the sounds of this place by heart: the distant clatter of metal trays, the heavy boots of guards, the hushed whispers of inmates plotting their next move. "Inmate 42665!" The warden I thought I'd never adjust. The first night, I didn't sleep at all. The second, I forced myself to. Now, sleep comes easily, but only because exhaustion weighs me down like a chain. I scrub floors in the mornings, keep my head low in the yard, and speak only when spoken to. I've learned to move through this place like a ghost, never drawing attention. That's how you survive. But today, something's differen