Becca.

James could tell me everything would work out all he wanted, but that wouldn’t be the case if we had more days like today. I paced in the living room of our home, clenching my fists. Anger billowed from my gut as the scene from the courtroom played in my head over and over.

Of course, he had to lose it. He couldn’t stay calm under pressure for us, and that meant we were probably going to lose Alessandro. Why couldn’t he keep his mind ...