CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-TWOISABELLA’S POVI was still sitting in the small room with the detective. The proceedings had already started.“Are you ready, Isabella?” Detective Jones asked.“Yes.” I was fidgeting with my fingers. “I am.”“Like Adrian said, if it gets too much just say something okay?”“What if they don’t believe me? What if they say I’m lying because of my amnesia?” I asked. That was what I was most worried about.“They won’t. Your story corroborates the physical and forensic evidence. The doctor’s report too.” He assured me.“What if I say something wrong? What if they ask me a question and I can’t answer it?”“Don’t be nervous, Isabella. You’re going to do great.”We spent about 20 minutes in the room and then walked into the courtroom. The first person I saw was Nathaniel. Chills ran through my body when our eyes met.His relaxed face turned into a creepy smile. He wouldn’t stop staring at me, even when I took my seat. After a few minutes of waiting, the judge
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