로그인Larissa's POV Claire started crying before we’d even pulled into the hospital parking lot.She’d been fine at breakfast, nibbling pieces of pancake and humming to herself. But the moment Brayden had said the word hospital and Stephanie had made a poorly timed joke about shots, she’d stiffened. By the time we tried loading into the car, she'd already started wailing, determined to fight us every step of the way.“No shot!” She cried, hiccuping between sobs.“You’re not getting a shot.” Stephanie promised, over and over, rocking her gently in the backseat. “It’s just a quick check. No shots.”Claire didn’t believe her. To Claire, hospitals meant needles, and needles meant betrayal. She screamed the whole drive, the sound vibrating through the car that I was surprised our eardrums didn't burst.By the time we arrived at the hospital, she was still wailing and flailing around in Stephanie’s arms in an effort to escape.Inside, the hospital smelled like antiseptic and faint lemon cleaner.
Larissa's POV I don’t think I’d ever hated the press more than I did that morning.Even before we reached the courthouse steps, the air was electric with anticipation. Flashes lit up the gray sky like lightning, and reporters shoved their microphones so close that our driver had to honk twice just to inch us forward. But the cameras weren’t on Brayden or me today. Not even on Benjamin.They were here for Claire.The child Benjamin claimed didn’t exist.Stephanie carried her out of the car, holding her firmly against her hip. Claire was dressed in a pale yellow dress with little white shoes, and sunflower-shaped shades. She was too young to know she was at the center of a legal battlefield. But that also meant she wasn't fully aware of what was going on so she was waving at everyone as we made our way up. She thought this was all just some fun parade.Brayden glared at them all like he could set them on fire through sheer force of will. I don't think he had stopped drowning since the
Larissa's POV Stephanie strode up with the kind of confidence only she could muster in a courtroom full of people itching to see blood. She swore in, sat, and crossed her legs as though she were on a talk show rather than the witness stand.Benjamin frowned when he saw her; it was barely perceptible, but it was there. In return, Stephanie just smiled sweetly at him.“Ms. Sylvester, how would you describe Mr. Benjamin Patterson?” Carter began.Her lip curled. “Manipulative. Arrogant. The kind of man who believes consequences don’t apply to him. He carried himself like he believed he was better than everyone else. It was exhausting to watch.”“Could you explain that?” Carter asked.“Objection. Leading.” Harrington countered.“Overruled.” Judge Henderson said. “Go ahead and answer the question.”“When Benjamin and Lara started dating, he came to our place a couple of times. It was the house that we had grown up in and we inherited it after our parents passed.” Stephanie explained. “One
Larissa’s POV Two days later, I was back in that suffocating courtroom, and the weight in my chest hadn’t lessened. If anything, it had grown heavier.Carter had explained what would happen: today was the defense’s turn. Today, the jury would hear our side, our witnesses. But knowing that didn’t make it easier to sit under the fluorescent lights, knowing I’d soon be the one in the witness box.Carter had told me not to rehearse too much so that I wouldn't sound scripted and fake. But I couldn't help it. How else was I supposed to stay calm and deliver my testimony without stuttering if I didn't practice? I'd paced a hole in the bedroom floor, anxiously going over what I would say until Brayden had dragged me to bed and held me down until I'd fallen asleep in his arms.“Don’t worry. You'll be brilliant.” Stephanie had said as I’d helped her with her hair that morning.It was easy for her to say. She wasn't the murder suspect. And Stephanie had her unadulterated rage for Benjamin to fu
Larissa's POV When we got back in, the prosecution had lined up their witnesses, each one neatly typed into a schedule, as though this were just a normal day of business meetings instead of the day my life would be picked apart piece by piece.I smoothed my skirt as we sat back down after the morning formalities. Brayden was beside me, posture sharp and alert. Stephanie sat on my other side, tapping her foot in irritation, already bored out of her mind.The prosecutor — Mr. Harrington, still smug as though this trial were already a victory lap — stood and adjusted his tie. “Your Honor, the State would like to call Officer Daniel Hughes to the stand.”A bailiff led a man forward. He was tall, lean, his uniform crisp even though he wasn’t technically on duty. He raised his right hand, swore the oath, and sat.“Officer Hughes.” Mr. Harrington began, “Can you tell us about the night in question?”The officer nodded with practiced calm. “I was called to the scene following reports of a d
Larissa's POV The last time I had been in a courthouse, it was for Brayden and I's wedding.The wedding has been more or less a private affair. I hadn't invited any of my friends or family members because they all thought me to be a murderer and wouldn't have come anyway. My dress was long enough to cover my ankle monitor and my veil thick enough to hide my expression from the crowd.So much has changed since then.For one, this wasn't a private affair. Anyone with even the slightest ear for news and/or gossip knew of this trial. So that meant that reporters, vloggers, and randos were stationed at the entrance of the courthouse with their cameras and microphones. Even before we stepped out of the car, there was the noise from the questions being thrown at us, and the multiple flashes from the camera were evident. Some people had scrawled words of encouragement — or otherwise depending on whose side of the story they believed — on placards and cardboards and waved them as we drove by.







