OCTAVIA POV

I storm into my room, slamming the door behind me. I'm furious, my anger boiling over like a pot left unattended on the stove. I pace back and forth across the room, my mind racing with thoughts of the trial.

How could Doctor Eric's lawyer be so confident? What does he know that I don't?

And just why in heaven's name did he request for a recess?

Are they planning something?

Oh the suspense is killing me.

I stop pacing and look around my room, taking in the familiar surroundings. But nothing seems comforting right now. I feel like I'm losing control, like everything is slipping through my...