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“That’s all that matters.” He strokes my hair. “It’s going to be fine, Emmie. It’ll all work out.” I peer up at him. “Have you and Abigail started a secret optimism cult?” Before he can respond, Jergens pokes his head in. “Emory, the jury’s assembled. Let’s go.” “Yes, sir,” I say, even though he’s already halfway down the hall. Perry helps me into my coat and walks me to the courtroom. The place is a circus—press, gawkers, the whole nine.

Anxious. Finally, the bailiff called us back. "The jury has reached a verdict." We filed in. The jury entered. All twelve avoiding eye contact with Flynn. Bad sign for him. Good for us. Judge Morrison addressed the foreperson. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" "We have, Your Honor." "Please read it." The foreperson stood. Unfolded paper. Read. "On the count of murder conspiracy, we find the defendant guilty." Flynn's face went white. "On the count of assault, we find the defendant guilty."

I felt Timothy’s eyes on me, and he looked ready to say something before the judge proceeded. “Everyone but the jury may be seated. Bailiff, please swear in the jury,” she said calmly. The bailiff turned to the jury, eerily stern. “Please raise your right hand. Do you solemnly swear or affirm that you will truly listen to this case and render a true verdict and a fair sentence as to this defendant? “I do,” the jury echoed amongst each other. “You may be seated.” “Let’s hope other people will be just as honorable,” Timothy whispered into my ear. I cast a glance at Jasper and Mr. Fitzgerald, who had reduced their own conversation to a whisper. I could almost sense the arrogance as it swarmed a

My studies have just ended. Today was more arithmetic. It is a wonder how much math one must know to survive when owning something. I do not know how my ba could look at so many numbers. As I think I walk to the center of the village. I am heading to the shop of the seamstress to buy the next gift for Io. I hope that she likes the book I got her. It is my favorite out of all that I have read.

Where the world seemed to hold its breath. On the fifth day, they returned. "Has the jury reached a verdict?" Judge Duffer asked. "We have, Your Honor." The forewoman stood. She was a middle-aged Black woman, a teacher, who'd paid attention to every word of testimony. "On the charge of first-degree murder in the death of Elizabeth Harlow, how do you find the defendant?" "Guilty." Liam's knees went weak. Janet grabbed his arm to steady him. "On the charge of first-degree murder in the death of Caroline Martinez?"

“Plaintiff’s attorney, please make your opening statement.” Jenny stood up. The chair slipped slightly behind her, and the leather cushion made a slight creaking sound as it touched the floor. She smoothed out the wrinkles on the front of her suit, while the metallic edges of the buttons scratched her fingers. She looked up, her gaze crossing over the judge’s seat, over the empty chairs of the jury, and finally landing on the large colored glass window at the back of the courtroom. It was still raining outside, and water droplets slid down the glass surface, resembling transparent snakes.