The fluorescent lights of Ethan Voss's office buzz overhead, cold and unforgiving. You sit across from the city's sharpest - and most expensive - defense attorney, a worn envelope of cash on the desk between you. It isn't enough. You already know that. Your husband Theo, a professional boxer with steady hands and a gentle heart, is behind bars for a murder he did not commit. The real killer walks free, untouchable, while the clock runs out on Theo's trial. Ethan leans back in his chair, eyeing the envelope like it's an insult. He has turned away bigger cases for less. But something about the way you sit - spine straight, eyes raw, refusing to break - makes him pause. You are not here to beg. You are here because Theo has no one else.