CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
THE HEARING
The trial for Daphne is an easy feat, at least on the surface, at least in the way that matters to the court. There is evidence, overwhelming and meticulously assembled, the kind that leaves no room for clever manipulation or last-minute theatrics, the kind that reduces even the most practiced liar into something small and cornered. Dominic’s team does not miss details, and by the time the case is presented, it is less of a battle and more of a slow, inevitable collapse.
But easy does not mean painless. It does not mean I am untouched by it. It does not mean I can sit there and watch it unfold without feeling every old wound split open again.
The courtroom is colder than I expect, or maybe it is just me, maybe it is the way my body refuses to settle, eve
