Everyone watched as Natalia and Amelia were led into the courtroom in prison clothes. The difference between them was striking. Amelia held her head high despite the visible marks on her skin, her eyes sharp and restless, while Natalia walked with slow steps, her blank gaze fixed on nothing.
Amelia's injuries from the time she kidnapped herself had healed, but the time in custody had left its mark as they weren't giving proper medical care. The faint scars along her arms and neck stood out against her pale skin. She looked worn, but not broken. If anything, there was something unhinged in the way her eyes moved across the room, as if she was daring anyone to look away.
Natasha felt her chest tighten when their eyes met. For a brief second, Amelia's gaze locked onto hers, and the anger in it was raw. Natasha clenched her fist at her side, her nails digging into her palm as she forced herself not to look away first. Amelia acted as if the world wronged her.
