The defense approaches for questioning. “Why did you make her watch?”
“Because they were her lovers or friends, and she gave them more attention than she ever gave me,” José says nonchalantly.
“So this was all an act of jealousy?”
“Correct.”
I’m baffled. Absolutely baffled.
“And Sunny Reed took no part in any of the killings or torture?”
“None,” José lies.
Why would he lie for her? Do they know each other?
“Mr. Friedrich, please approach,” the judge tells the prosecution.
More mumbling happens behind the scenes that we’re not privy to, and I hate how I have no clue what’s going to happen, but if it can get Sunny out of this mess, I’m all for it.
“All right,” the judge says, as the room is cleared again. “Trial will be rescheduled for Mr. Martínez. Sunny Reed is free to go. Please clear the courtroom. Thank you.”
The gavel is swung, and I can barely contain my happiness as I spring up from my seat.
Sunny is free.
Sunny
I exitthe room and am immediately bombarded by too many hugs. My body is getting squished to smithereens from my family huddling up to wrap their arms around me, and it fills me with a kind of warmth I didn’t know I could even feel.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Mom says.
“I’m happy my baby is safe,” Dad says, kissing me on the forehead.
“I’m not a baby,” I grumble.
“You’re our baby and always will be,” Mom reiterates, hugging me so tightly I can barely breathe.
“I don’t know what just happened, but as long as you’re free, I’m not complaining,” Levi says, hugging me too.
“Sis, I hope prison wasn’t too rough on you,” Elliot mutters, leaning in for a quick hug.
“I’m just glad you’re out,” Max says.
“But you did kill them, right?” Silas winks at me from a distance.
I shrug. “I guess we’ll never know.”
My dad narrows his eyes at me. “Sunny...”
“She’s Lana’s kid all right. What else did you expect?” Kai muses, hugging me too.
“As long as you’re free and off the hook, none of it matters,” my mom’s third lover, Milo, says.
“But what if they still try to come after her?” Melody asks.
“I doubt it ...” Atlas muses. “They have far bigger worries on their mind.”
“Like what?” Apollo asks.
