Because of Erin's status, she was set to stand before a military tribunal—an institution known for being quick to judge. They wasted no time, scheduling the trial for just a week later.
At first, Erin thought Ansel would step in and save her. She sent multiple requests to meet her family, clinging to the hope that someone would come to her rescue. But all she got was Greg's troubled look.
"He can't make it right now," he muttered quietly.
In that moment, the truth hit Erin like a ton of bricks. Her grandpa had abandoned her.
"If Freon could clear my name, it would really help reduce my sentence!" she pleaded, gripping Greg's hand so tightly that it trembled. "Uncle Greg, you can't just stand by and watch my life get ruined! Please, you have to help me!"
Greg winced, feeling the icy grip of her trembling hands. He wanted to say it—'You should've seen this coming. Why did you act so recklessly?'
