Ex-husband Wanted an Open Marriage With My Sister
From the moment she entered, her stare remained fixed solely on Jenny.
Jenny stood behind the plaintiff’s table with hands hanging at her sides. Her right fingers curled slightly, brushing the raised seam of her dress trousers where her pulse thrummed hard enough to beat against the collar of her shirt.
Olivia reached the witness stand. The bailiff swung open the small gate in the railing, letting her step inside to stand before the microphone. The fixture towered above her head, so the bailiff leaned down to lower the metal stand, which creaked with the adjustment.