Chapter 5

The day of the trial was beautiful.

I wore a well-fitted beige suit and sat in the plaintiff's seat calmly, as if I were at some random meeting that had nothing to do with me.

Across from me, David looked like a wreck.

His eyes were sunken, his beard unkempt, and his suit was wrinkled.

In the gallery sat his mother, Fiona, and his sister, Lisa.

Their faces were etched with resentment and unease.

In the courtroom, Edgar methodically presented one piece of evidence after another.

There was a recording of David's own words when he forced my mom to…