"I'm going to leave this apartment vacant, one way or another," Alexandra explains as she serves two cups of tea to Emanuele and Joshua. "But I know you urgently need a home, so I think it's best to leave it with you."Before either of them can argue, she makes a small gesture with her hand to indicate that she's not finished speaking."I'm going to our father's old house, Joshua, and I'll be staying there," Alexandra informs them. "I know you don't even want to hear about the inheritance, so I took the liberty of assuming that you're giving up any kind of negotiation, and that you refuse to want any percentage of the money or the land.""You did well. I really don't want it.""And that's why I believe I've done the best thing. You've both lived here for a few months, as well as Emanuele. Now that all this turmoil over the accusation has passed, I know that neither of you will have any problems. I want to leave all the paperwork in your name, and from today on, you'll be the owner."E

Alexandra zipped up the last suitcase, huffing immediately afterwards from the effort of putting it down. It was less than an hour before she was to leave, catch her flight, and leave for the old place she had inherited.Leaning against the door of what would be her new room, Joshua crossed his arms and asked:"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?""Yes, I am, but thank you for your kindness," she replied formally. "You have to leave in a little while anyway, don't you?""I can't leave Emanuele alone in that matter.""I know you can't." Alexandra fastens her hair in a tight bun above her head and stares at him. "How is she?""Worried. Distressed. Quiet and nervous, pacing in corners.""Do you think she likes her sister? Even though she knows she's the one who murdered her own mother?"Joshua shrugs."It's not for me to judge.""It was just a question. I'm not judging.""Well, even after I tried to kill our father, you still like me. I guess."Silence."I have no

Crimson knew that the day would be as busy, if not busier, than Emanuele's trial, but even so, she could not contain her surprised expression as she saw the number of people sitting in their seats, anxiously awaiting the start of the session.For security reasons, only those directly involved in Emanuele's case were allowed in, with the exception of the streaming service's employees. However, Sarah's trial was open to more people, mainly important legal members who were actively involved in stopping Laketown's corruption schemes.That was being the crime of the century. Many doctors and policemen were being investigated, and whole families were being discovered to be fraudsters. No one would ever forget the proportions that this veritable wave of terror had caused in that and other cities.The delegate now looked at the defendant, who was standing in the corridor, duly escorted by two agents. Despite her frown and scowl, she did not exhibit violent behavior, but it was better not to r

Emanuele needs to be physically restrained by three police officers, while five others make a wall of protection in front of Sarah."Don't do this to her! Don't kill my sister!" she gasps, her own voice failing and hurting her own ears. Tears stream down her face.Joshua quickly tries to make Emanuele come to her senses. He places both hands on the young woman's tanned face:"Hey. Hey, look at me.""LET GO OF ME, JOSHUA!""Emanuele, please calm down and listen to what I have to say.""No! I don't want to hear anything from anyone, I just want to save my sister's life!"Joshua carefully squeezes Emanuele's shoulders and tries to bring her closer to him. He knew she was going through a difficult time and needed someone she could trust and lean on."I know, I know you want to save her, but you need to calm down. Please listen to me. You might end up getting sick again, or even taken away by these policemen. I am here. Look at me."Emanuele looks into Joshua's eyes, trying to find an answ

The next day dawned gray, cold and absolutely silent.Of course, cars were still passing by, people were leaving their homes to go to work, and children were going to school. But the noise present, that typical sound that Emanuele's ears were used to, could not penetrate the enormous bubble of silence that surrounded her.The call from the delegate the day before was an answer she had been begging to receive, but now that she knew that her sister's last wish was to see her, an unbearable weight had taken over her heart. Sarah was going to die. And all they had together were brief, monitored, timed conversations.Emanuele looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black overcoat and pants of the same color, as well as dark boots. Her dyed red hair was tied up in a tight bun, and no matter how hard she tried to disguise her swollen face, red from crying with makeup, it was still obvious to anyone paying a little more attention. Joshua appeared in the doorway, wearing dark soci