**Olivier's POV**
I remember when Celine and Cecile were born. I was so happy to be a big brother, I didn't even care that I had sisters instead of brothers. Other boys my age were angry if they got a sister, but not me. I adored them, and knew it was my job to protect them. When I was able to hold them, I refused to look anywhere else but their faces. In any picture of me holding my sister's I am not looking up. At the time, it irritated my father, but mother thought it was cute how I loved them. Even at such a young age, I felt responsible for them. To know that I failed them in such a huge way, I am disappointed in myself. I hate myself.
Sitting back and watching the prosecutor call her a liar over and over again, made me so angry. But I did the same thing. Every time she begged to s
