"I'm innocent! And you can't even get me bail. How the hell are you going to prove my innocence once the trial starts?!"
Cassandra's jaw clenched like a vise, her sharp eyes stinging everyone in the room. If only she could lash out more, she would have. Her lawyer and her father frowned at her outburst, but chose to remain patient.
"Cassandra," Mr. Smith said, trying to calm her. "We're already doing our best—"
"Then your best isn't enough!" she snapped, yanking her hand away from him. "Dad, tell me—do you even believe that I'm innocent?"
"Of course—"
"Do you really?!"
Mr. Smith paused—not because he didn't know what to say, but because he knew that words would only stoke her frustration.
Tears spilled from Cassandra's eyes as she ran her fingers through her hair in distress. Ever since she was arrested, all she had heard were empty promises. They kept telling her they were doing their best, that she would be out soon.
But those were just lies.
Why was she even frustrated?
